#immediately knowing what needs to be done with the given command

[ianthedebonair]

Baby's first house visit

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Pet Pastimes.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Dub/Con, Hybrid AU, Snow Leopard!Gojo, Puppy!Reader, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Degradation, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Reader Is Very Oblivious, and Manipulation.

“And you’re sure this is going to help?”

Satoru had been agitated when Suguru first brought you home – all dolled up in your collar, ecstatic to be led along the very same leash he always strained against. You were more obedient than most of the unruly mutts he knew, always happy enough to sit patiently and wait for your next command, but it would take more than a few weeks of passable behavior to convince Satoru dogs were anything but hyper and messy and so loud, he could hear their mindless barking from a mile away. The fact that you were supposedly here to ‘help’ him (Suguru called you a “service animal”, said most captive-born exotic hybrids had more domestic companions, but Satoru didn’t think you deserved such a pretentious title) didn’t make anything better. Satoru didn’t need help. What he needed was Suguru’s attention, but if he couldn’t have that, he’d settle for yours.

“Oh, I’m sure, puppy.” His fist tightened around the base of his cock. Suguru wasn’t home – just a quick errand, he’d claimed, it should only take a few minutes, as if that was an excuse for leaving his favorite pet and dutiful companion at home – and Satoru barely waited for the apartment door to lock before luring you into the kitchen and telling you to get on your knees while he leaned against the counter, Suguru’s forgotten phone well within reach. Currently, you were kneeling in front of him, your hands balled on your thighs and your gaze almost cross-eyed as you struggled to see what he was holding to your lips. He thought you would’ve had a little more experience, but your first owner must’ve been the sheltering type. Part of him was annoyed that he’d have to pick up the slack and teach you something so basic, but overall, he was pleased to know that it would be a long, long time before you got enough practice in to replace Satoru as Suguru’s favorite playmate. “I’ve just been feeling a little stressed out lately,” he said, drawing it out each word, giving your stupid canine brain time to process what he was saying. “This’ll really help me relax. You wanna help me out, right?”

Automatically, you nodded – your pressed frown instantly replaced with an eager smile. Your ears perked up, your concerns completely forgotten when presented with the chance to do what you’d been trained for. “Please, ‘toru,” you whined, and he fought the urge to cringe at the way Suguru’s nickname sounded coming out of your mouth. “Please let me help!”

It was almost cute, just how desperate you were to make him happy.

Almost.

He forced himself to smile back at you, using one hand to scratch at the base of your ears while the other jerked lazily over his cock. He was already hard, thankfully, and at the added stimulation, the sight of you practically drooling on yourself to get a taste of his cock, he felt himself twitch – thick pearls of arousal beginning to bead at the tip and drip onto your chin. You didn’t seem to care, to notice. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that his was the first cock you’d ever seen. “Can you open your mouth for me? Big n’ wide, just like I showed you.”

Like the trained dog you were, you obeyed immediately – letting your mouth fall open and looking up at him with the same bright, expectant eyes that must’ve won Suguru over, when he first picked you up. His hips wanted to buck forward, to bury him to the hilt in your newly available hole, but he held himself back, told himself he had to ease you into it no matter how little you’d done to earn his oh so generously given kindness. In the end, he settled for swiping his thumb over the flushed tip before resting it gingerly on your splayed-out tongue. It only took a second for you to stiffen, to jerk back. You didn’t cough or sputter, but your mouth snapped shut, your expression taking on a certain unease. Satoru fought the urge to bare his teeth. “Is something wrong, puppy?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” You closed your mouth, looking away. “It tasted weird. It was bitter, n’ stuff.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look, if you still don’t think you can handle this, I can just tell Suguru you decided you’d rather go back to the pound—”

“Please don’t!” Your hands shot to his thighs. “I’ll be good, I promise, and I can’t— I don’t want to go back to the—”

“Then open your mouth.” After a second, you straightened, your lips parting and your jaw going slack. Still, he feigned reluctance, narrowing his eyes into a half-hearted glare as he raked his fingers through your hair and tugged half-heartedly, just hard enough to draw out a strained whimper. “And this time, don’t fuck everything up just because it ‘tastes weird’. If you do that again, I’ll have to tell Suguru you were being a bad dog.”

Your ears drooped, your tail falling slack against the tiled floor. Still, you managed not to jerk back as he slid his cock into your open mouth, slotting his tip against the velvety inside of your cheek. He could see you wince, your shoulders rising as you fought the urge to pull away, but even if you’d tried, the fingers knotted in your hair would’ve kept you rooted to the floor as he rolled his hips and thrust shallowly into the hollow of your cheek. Your tongue was smooth compared to his and wide compared to Suguru’s, and he could tell you were fighting not to move, not to explore the unknown factor trespassing inside of you. With a slight hum, he took pity on you – hazy lust having softened his previous annoyance. “It’s okay, puppy – you can lick, if you want to.” There was a moment of hesitation, then the broad flat against your tongue against the underside of his cock, tracing the shape of a prominent vein Suguru tended to favor, too. He shuddered, but told himself it was only out of reflex. You got lucky, that was all. “Mind your teeth. I’m takin’ you back to the shelter myself if you bite down.”

You tried to nod, but gave up quickly. Instead, your acknowledgment came in the form of your tongue curling around his tip, licking at the arousal dripping down his shaft, doing your best to lap at the shaft of his cock despite the awkward angle. Saliva and pre-cum pooled in the corners of your mouth, but you didn’t dare tilt your head back, didn’t dare swallow - keeping your mouth wide open as he drew back just far enough to pull out of your cheek and aim, instead, towards the back of your throat. You flinched, your dull nails scraping against his thighs, but it was easy to drown out the dull spark of pain as your tight throat fluttered and tightened around his cock, as the hand still wrapped around his base fell away in favor of joining its twin on the back of your skull and pulling you flush against his crotch. This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from reacting – your body lurching against his legs as you gagged, as you tried to wretch yourself out of his hold, but he was too far gone to so much as consider letting you go. “Stupid mutt,” he mumbled, cupping the back of your skull while you fought not to suffocate on his length. “Don’t even know how to breathe right. Can’t do anything on your own, huh, can you?”

Your only response was a choked inhale, a string of incoherent gibberish half-muffled by his cock. Drool wasn’t the only thing dripping down your face, now – tears were rolling down your cheeks, fat and hot, drawing thick trails through the mess of cum and spit. Your tongue wasn’t moving, anymore, but he didn’t care – your mouth was warm and soft and fuckable enough to make up for your lack of skill. You were beating at his legs, too, your little hands made even smaller when compared to him, and for a second, he could be convinced that you were a little cute. Not cute enough to deserve as much of Suguru’s attention as you got, obviously, but cute.

His cock pulsed against the convulsing walls of your throat, and he cursed under his breath. You let out a pained whine as he drew back, pulling out of you entirely. Without his support, you threatened to buckle over, to collapse into yourself, but he held you up with one hand while the other pumped over his cock too quickly, too roughly not to tip him over the edge. It was all you could do to stare up at him with those big, watery eyes as he let out an airy moan, as he painted thick ropes of white across your messy face, as he left you stained and teary-eyed and covered with his cum.

You blinked once, then twice, but didn’t react, too out of it to complain or cry out or question why his lips quirked up into a small grin, his eyes taking on a dreamy, half-lidded sort of lull. “Good puppy,” he cooed, his heart skipping a beat as he heard your formerly stagnant tail begin to sweep lazily over the tile floor. He reached for Suguru’s phone as he went on, keeping his tone light, delicate. “Can you smile for me, too? A big, wide smile – to show how happy you are that you get to stay with me n’ Suguru.”

It took a second, but eventually, you managed a stilted nod. It was shaky, at first, more of a mangled frown than anything, but with a little love and patience, you found your footing, your lips splitting apart into a wide, beaming smile – as if you were the happiest, most pathetic puppy in the world.

God.

You were fucking adorable.

Your smile barely faltered as the camera shuttered, as Satoru’s hand fell back to your head and pet over your disheveled hair – a treat for his well-behaved mutt. He could feel you melting into his palm, but his eyes were fixed on his picture of your smiling face and, with a few taps of his thumb, Suguru’s shiny new lockscreen.

Maybe, once Suguru got a good look at your pretty face, he’d think twice before deciding to be such a neglectful owner again.

[siriussimon]

no warnings: kinda a prompt i’m working on. 141 x reader, price x reader. john’s controlling and has a raging daddy kink.

john price always knows. of course, he knows what’s best for his team. he oozes authority, carries himself with ease, all tasks made with precision. everything’s calculated in his head, he knows exactly what he wants— what you need. can see it as clear as day. ever since you joined his brigade, he could see it written over your face. you needed guidance and he gave you just that.

you’re different than everyone else but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re an astounding addition to the team, the missing piece to their puzzle, the cherry on top.

you’re quite like simon. quiet, trouble with social cues, sensitivity to certain textures or noises. just like his simon, he knows exactly what you need to ease your anxious mind. he’s just gotta take it slow, ease his way into your space, not only as your captain— but more.

john has to know the whereabouts of his team so he makes it a habit of learning your schedule to a t. right about this time when hours were winding down he’d see you in the mess hall. a snack set off to the side untouched as you fiddled with a hand gun, dismantling it piece by piece to clean it throughly.

“It’s late, sergeant. PT is at 0500.” His voice echoed throughout the empty room. You flinched a bit but your shoulders relaxed when you registered who was speaking to you.

“I’m almost done..” You murmured, lost in thought, fingers connecting pieces together now.

Hm. That won’t do.

He takes a couple steps forward, peering over your shoulder, hands still at work. You’d never disobey him but sometimes your mind gets fixated on one thing— he understands, you have no idea how much. Sometimes you need a little nudge in the right direction. That’s what he’s for, right?

His right hand comes up to gently grasp the nape of your neck, almost like scuffing a dog, and you instantly halted.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” His thumb gently caressing your pulse point, a shiver running up your spine. You looked at the table, realizing you got so caught up on cleaning your hand gun you never ate like you were supposed to. Making it so tedious that you completely forgot about the time. It’s like your brain woke up from his touch. Your face felt warm and you thanked the low lighting in the cafeteria.

“N-No, Captain.”

Still a shy thing. He’ll break you in, just like he did with the rest of the boys. Make you his at last. Make it known that you belong here, that you deserve to feel taken care of. That you’re right where you’re supposed to be. And he’ll lead you just as he’s done these past couple of months. He’ll make it stick.

His hand released your neck, fingers lightly grazing down your pony tail, before it backs in his front pocket. You immediately stand, holstering your gun, and bagging away your uneaten food. Now fully turned, facing him, his eyes trained on your every move. You stood still for a moment, waiting for dismal, waiting for another command. Something you always relied on, deep down, your body buzzed with every order given to you,

“You’re dismissed, love. And good job on your field strip.” He said, a small smirk gracing his face, eyes crinkling, the pit of your stomach felt warm at the praise.

“Yes, Captain. Thank you..” Voice perked up, a curt nod and you were on your way.

One of these days he’d like to finally hear you say John. But he knows he’s got to take his time with you.

When you got back to your room, Johnny was up still, the light of his phone illuminating his face.

You sighed, feeling your body relax as you sat down on your bed. Your hands clasping to your face, the palms of your hands feeling cool on top of your cheeks. You body couldn’t help reacting this way with him. It always happened—

“Yer blushin’ like a wee school girl, dove.” Johnny laughed, which made you throw a pillow at his face.

“If you say a word to anyone I’ll stab you.” You grumble, which only made him chuckle again.

“Och Relax. Yer naught the first person to git the hots for the Captain. Trust meh.” He smiled, and you don’t know if that’s supposed to make you feel better or just intrigued on who else feels the same about him the way you do.

[ruloaapaul]

i literally get into the void state all the time this morning i got into twice but the thing is i keep forgetting to affirm for what i want…embarrassing, i know😭 like ill get into and just chill and ill literally just sit there until i remember im supposed to affirm then i snap out of it…any tips/advice you can give me?

“YOU’RE WASTING THE VOID. FIX IT.” 🚨

let’s get something straight:

- the void is LITERAL INSTANT MANIFESTATION.

- it’s the fucking control panel of the universe.

- you can snap your fingers and rewrite your entire reality in seconds.

and yet, you’re just chilling in there like it’s some kind of meditation retreat? NO, BABY. We do NOT waste the void. we COMMAND IT.

“HERES HOW YOU STOP BEING A DUMMY IN THE VOID” 🚨

1) SET YOUR INTENTIONS BEFORE YOU EVEN GET IN

if you’re forgetting to affirm, that means you’re not even preparing, which is dumb as fuck because YOU KNOW you’re getting in there. be ready, bitch.

- write down EXACTLY what you want to affirm before you even attempt to enter the void.

- memorize your top 3-5 affirmations (or just one affirmation that sums up your desires) so you don’t have to think.

- say them to yourself as you’re falling into the void so they’re already in your head.

2) AUTO-PILOT THAT SHIT—MAKE IT A HABIT

if you’re always getting into the void but forgetting to affirm, you need to train your brain to go into auto-mode.

- repeat your affirmations constantly during the day so they’re ingrained in you.

- make it a reflex—when you feel that void state pulling you in, your mind should INSTANTLY start affirming.

- if you “forget,” that means you haven’t drilled it in enough��so fix that.

3) USE A TRIGGER PHRASE TO SNAP INTO AFFIRMATION MODE

since your dumbass keeps getting in and just sitting there, you need a verbal trigger to wake your brain the fuck up.

- the second you realize, “oh shit, I’m in the void”, say: “EVERYTHING I WANT IS MINE. IT IS DONE.”

- that’s your cue to start affirming IMMEDIATELY.

- treat it like an emergency protocol—if you blank out, this phrase will restart your brain.

“FINAL WARNING: GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER OR KEEP WASTING YOUR POWER” 🚨

you’re not just “lucky” to get into the void all the time. you were literally given the master key to the universe, and you’re fumbling it like a clumsy dumbass.

so fix it.

- get your affirmations ready.

- train your mind to auto-start affirming.

- use a trigger phrase if you blank out.

- STOP SNAPPING OUT BEFORE YOU GET YOUR SHIT.

because i swear to fucking GOD, if you come back saying you “forgot to affirm again”, i’m gonna manifest a boot to your ass. NOW GO GET YOUR DREAM LIFE.

[sailorsoons]

On the Clock | Teaser (c.hs)

Pairing: Vernon x f. reader

Summary: Modern problems call for modern solutions, including naming a random stranger in the bookstore as your boyfriend to avoid an embarrassing encounter with your ex. The problem? The stranger is Vernon and he’s not supposed to be a stranger at all - he’s your coworker, and now everyone at the office - including your ex - thinks you’re dating. 

Word Count: TBD

Genre: Faking dating, Coworkers to Lovers, Romcom

Type: Smut, some fluff and crack

 Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

Warnings: Full fic warnings TBD but general warnings include explicit language, explicit sexual content, a little bit of a miscom trope, a hint of angst, a whole lotta stupid!

Written for the Lonely Hearts Cafe Collab by @camandemstudios

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COMING SUNDAY, FEB. 16

“Well,” Vernon (from IT) eventually says. “No harm done once you tell everyone we’re not dating.”

“Once I what?” 

“Well you’ll have to-”

“No way.”

“What?” 

“Do you know how embarrassing that would be?” 

He raises a brow. “More embarrassing than grabbing some dude in the bookstore and claiming he’s your boyfriend.” 

The air leaves your lungs and you melt into the seat, your misery showing. “I already said sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Just tell everyone you broke up with me.” You snort. 

“No one would believe that.” 

“Why?” 

Instead of answering him immediately, you busy yourself unraveling silverware. It’s a hard question to answer, not because you don’t know the answer but because you don’t want to tell him. Vernon (from IT) is quiet, though. Patient. 

He doesn’t press you for an answer, happy to wait you out until you’ve folded your napkin and placed it on your lap, and once again drained the rest of your water. It does nothing for your nerves as you fixate on a spot atop the table. 

“I don’t… date.” 

“You dated Minho.”

“Yeah. That’s uh… it. It’s kind of a running joke that I am undateable.”

He frowns at that. “Respectfully, I find that incredibly hard to believe.” 

“Thanks. I think.” You pick at a string in the tablecloth. “Anyway, no one would buy that I ended the first relationship I’ve had since Minho. I didn’t even end the last one and sort of clung to it in a way that was sort of embarrassing.” 

“I see.”

You’re unsure if he really does. When Minho had broken up with you, you’d attempt to make arguments to keep him around. Offered less work hours, even said you’d go to therapy to talk about your insane need for success. He hadn’t wanted any of it, and you’d eventually realized that he just… didn’t want you. 

They never did, when people realized what dating you entails. Everyone wants a woman who works hard. They like the illusion of it, the woman who gets up early in the morning and goes to workout before going to her corporate job and girl bossing all day long. They desire the woman who dresses fashionably, who wears designer tags and commands a room all day before coming home to make an effortless dinner followed by a luxurious night routine. 

And you get it. You want to be that too. But the truth is most days you wake up past your alarm and rush to the office wearing shoes that don’t match, and sometimes you come home so late and burned out from your job that you eat a handful of shredded cheese over the sink with a stick of beef jerky, only to do it all again the next day.

That wasn’t what anyone wanted. At least, not in your experience. 

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “You’re right, or whatever. I should just tell them I lied. I’ve given worse news. Just you know - less personal.” 

For a few minutes, Vernon (from IT) is quiet. You don’t look up to meet his gaze. Instead you watch the ice cubes in your glass melt, little beads of condensation zigzagging down the curve of your glass. 

A sigh makes you look up at Vernon (from IT). “What if we dated for like a month or something?” 

“What?”

“I don’t mean really date,” he offers quickly, sensing your surprise. For some reason, that stings a little. You swallow it down past the knot forming in your throat. “It’ll get people off your back or whatever and we can just mutually end things.” 

“Really? You’d do that.” 

He shrugs a shoulder. “I guess, yeah.”

“You can break up with me,” you promise eagerly, leaning forward with the new promise of a solution to your problem. “Everyone will believe it. Just say I work too much and I’m too obsessed with my career.” 

An uneasy gaze flickers in Vernon (from IT)’s eyes. “It can be mutual,” he says firmly. “That way it ends nicely.”

“Fine. Everyone will think one thing anyway, you’ll get out without a scratch, trust me. Are you sure you’re willing to do this? I can… suck it up and tell everyone I made it up.”

“Do you really want to?” 

“No,” you admit.

“Then it’s settled.” He shrugs, heaving a heavy sigh. “I’ll give you a month and then we can mutually end things.” 

Sticking your hand over the table, you offer it for Vernon (from IT) to shake. His mouth twitches a little as he smiles, leaning forward to take your hand. His is warm and softer than you imagined, enveloping yours firmly as he shakes. 

“Deal,” you smile, feeling a glimmer of hope. 

Just like that, Vernon (from IT) becomes Vernon (your boyfriend). 

Sort of.

[laikastarrypups]

need to be hypnotized to be the obedient pet of a dom and a bratty sub. just dumb, empty headed, thoughtless, mindless, and obedient. unable to do or even think about anything other than following commands. I'm happily following instructions, fucking the other sub, who's tied to the bed, slowly at our owners command. the brat wants me to go faster, but owner commanded me to go slow, so I stay at the same, steady pace, just wanting to have us fuck as background noise as he works. I'm unable to care about my own pleasure, finding so much more pleasure in obeying. suddenly, the brat, noticing owner engrossed in his work, gets a wicked idea

"good puppies fuck faster" he whispers, snapping his fingers. my brain registers my trigger and the command and I helplessly obey, picking up speed and whimpering as my tdick twitches against the strap-on from the pleasure of obeying.

"good puppy!" the brat coos in my ear and I whine, humping desperately.

"good puppies stay quiet" he murmurs to me with another snap, making sure owner won't hear my desperate noises. I go silent, alternating between biting my lip and panting quietly so I can best follow commands.

the brats breath starts picking up and hitching and he chokes out "good puppies fuck harder", gasping as he gets closer and closer, his shaking fingers barely able to make a snap. this time, however, owner hears him, hears the sound of the bed creaking more. he turns to see me thrusting into his property, much faster than he originally decided, just as he hears the snap of fingers and watches me go even harder. he tsks and stands up, approaching us.

the brats eyes widen as he sees our owner. "stay" he says in a commanding voice, slapping his fingers, and I instantly freeze. owner looks disapprovingly at the brat. "you naughty thing. not only misbehaving, but making our poor puppy a pawn for it?" owner places a hand on my back and strokes soothingly. "the poor thing doesn't know any better, his dumb little brain only knows how to obey! you should know better than to take advantage of that." owner frowns at the brat, but clearly, this has only given the brat, so close to orgasm, even more ideas. after all, he's already going to be punished. why not enjoy himself while he can?

"good puppies fuck!" he says with a smirk, snapping his fingers and gasping in pleasure as I pick up the same pace from before. owner had clearly made a mistake in making me unable to disobey any command given to me by either of them

"stay" owner snaps again, his jaw set as he thinks of all the ways he can punish his disobedient brat. I freeze. "such a little whore. how-"

"fuck" the brat cuts off owner and snaps again and I start thrusting again, mind empty beyond the last command given to me.

"stay" snap

"fuck" snap

"stay" snap

"fuck" snap

"stay" snap

"fuck" snap

it's too much for my dumb puppy brain to handle. their voices and snaps overlap and I don't know whether to move or not. my eyes roll up and I go limp, collapsing on top of the brat, twitching in pleasure from all the snaps and commands. owner sighs.

"look what you've done. you've broken your toy." owner says, looking at me with sympathy as he continues to pet my limp body. "only good sluts get their toys repaired, you know." the brat whines pitifully, but owner ignores it, maneuvering me so I'm on my back next the brat. he takes in the blissful, blank, mindless expression on my face, my soaking wet hole, the way my cock throbs as he takes the strap off of me. a bit of drool slides down my chin and there's clearly no thoughts going on behind my eyes. a perfect puppy fucktoy, truly and deeply broken

"you poor dumb little thing. you were just made to be used, weren't you?" owner murmurs to me, swiping a finger along my hole. I don't make a noise as he rubs the underside of my clit, and he sighs and he realizes how his brat got away with this for so long

"good puppies can make all the noise they want" owner says and snaps his fingers. I immediately start whimpering and barking and whining, little puppy noises since I'm completely beyond even attempting to think in human words.

"poor toy needs to be used so badly. such a shame it was being used by such a naughty whore. don't worry, pup, I'm here now to use you how you deserve. good puppies spread their legs for owner" I open my legs wide and pant happily at the pleasure of following commands and hearing the snap. owner chuckles. "so wet, aren't you? made into a desperate little thing, just from obeying." my tiny dumb puppy brain can't comprehend what owner is saying to me, but I feel so good knowing I'm pleasing him

"I bet you want my cock so bad, huh puppy? don't you? speak!" owner snaps and I bark, excited over hearing the word cock, one of the few my brain still understands. "good puppy!" owner coos, lining up his cock with my hole and sliding in with a grunt. I howl in pleasure as owner starts to use me, starting off with a rough pace, clearly not looking to draw this out and make me wait to cum

the brat next to us pleas and whines and begs, but owner just ignores him, praising me and commanding me to speak, knowing ever snap and command obeyed makes me feel better and better

"look at me, puppy" owner snaps and my eyes find his. it takes all my brain power to keep my eyes on his, to follow owners commands. owner smiles at me and pleasure sparks throughout my brain. I'm close but it doesn't register beyond the pure pleasure of obedience.

"good puppies cum for owner" the snap reverberates throughout my mind and I clench around owners cock as I cum, pleasure completely whiting out my mind. owner keeps snapping and I keep cumming, unable to stop as the pleasure crashes over me over and over and over. eventually it subsides and owner is in my ear, praising me and cooing at me. he has me drink some water and tells me to rest and relax for a while, and of course that good puppies tell owner if they need anything. then, he stands up and turns to punish his brat

[muffinsin]

Hope you doing good! I know your inbox has a lot of requests rn but I had a random prompt in my head about dimitrescu sisters in a mafia, look sounds a bit cliche but bare with me. The storyline I wanted go with here is like the dimitrescu sisters meet reader that's a barista at a cafe and how each sister now visits the cafe ever so often because of the reader and wanting to see reader and what ever, honestly I don't really care what the ending is if there is smut or not I just think the idea would be interesting to see :)

Honestly go crazy with the idea and the plot! I just really like your work :3

Lowkey surprised I haven’t done a prompt like this before XP I’m real happy to see you’re liking my work, hon, thank you! :) let’s get into it!🙌

Huge ass ferocity entry, fluff HCs, or (if I finish it-) a Dani oneshot coming as the next post🥳

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Bela

Green tea

Every second day

Always at precisely 2:15pm, never before, never after

And she’d always sit in the table at the back, by the window, swiping at her phone and idly sipping at her to-go cup until precisely 2:40pm

By now, you wait anxiously for her

A blonde woman, tall, slender, stunning in every way. The type to command attention and perfection without having to raise a single finger

Well, that goes for you anyway

You always take the lunch shifts, hoping to see her again. Hoping to talk to her, maybe

You haven’t dared to, not yet. She’s intimidating, easily so, though when you hand her the go-to cup she always shoots you a smile capable of making your knees feel weak and stomach flutter

Today is no different

You straighten up immediately when you see her, your heart racing the second you catch a glimpse of her

You don’t even need to take her order anymore. She only nods and smiles at you. Today, though, you’re struck by something different

Usually, the woman wears black sunglasses covering her eyes, and half her face

Not today

Today you see her beautiful eyes as she smiles and winks playfully

Golden? They almost look so, but- surely not

You blink once, twice, three, four times

She tilts her head at you and you quickly snap back to attention, straightening up to prepare her tea. Given how quick she was to snap at your co-worker the day he served her and messed up her order, you know the woman doesn’t stand for anything but perfection

You feel her eyes on you as you work

Sometimes, she merely glances at her phone. Not today. You’re certain those stunning eyes follow you as you move about, even when you don’t look at her

And when you do turn, your breath catches again at her beautiful eyes

Your heart stuttering, you reach out to hand her the cup, trying hard not to stare at her strong, slim hands and the veins stretching along it as she swipes her card across

Still, your eyes linger on her fingers, strong, slim, hugged by a pair of elegant rings

You’re sure, your hands shake when she takes the cup from you

You’re sure you’re about to faint when she smiles at you

She turns, moving back to that table by the window, at the back of the cafe

The table you subtly make sure is never occupied at 2:15pm

Cassandra

You used to think it was impossible for a single person to command all the attention in the room

Used to think it was only something found in romances

Then, you met her

Cassandra, judging by the writing on her to-go cup

Cassandra

Beautiful, you think

When she enters the café, she does command all the attention

Heads turn her way, the line parts when she scowls in annoyance

You always watch, mesmerized, as she moves past the others with no care in the world, impatiently tapping her index finger against her phone as she gives up her order

You never keep her waiting

Black coffee, every day. She rarely switches this up

Lately though, you noticed she's visiting the cafe more and more often. Maybe, since you started serving her. Maybe it's a coincidence, you try to convince yourself

Still, you feel her eyes on you when you prepare her coffee, feel them follow you. You shiver, try to shake it off. Something about her gaze is almost predatory and never fails to make you feel equally like her prey

At night, you often find yourself twisting and turning now, trying to shake away the thoughts of her if only to get some sleep

But she always returns, and you always keep on feeling her stunning, dark eyes on you

She never takes her time, but lately comes in a little earlier than usual- 10:30am- to sit by the desk in the corner, her eyes on you as you work

Sometimes you dare risk a glance at her, only to feel your cheeks heat up and advert your eyes upon seeing her look your way already

By now you're sure; she's shamelessly watching you as you work, her eyes following you and just rarely turning away

Sometimes, she beckons you over with her hand, demanding you bring her this or that. She isn't polite, doesn't say please or thank you when you comply, and only rarely sends you a smile. But you feel comfortable with her, and when she commands you to bring her something- usually a treat from the counter or a refill- you always comply eagerly

You're sure, when you do return, you always see a satisfied smirk play on her lips

And despite her impatience and boldness, it isn't difficult to tell you're her favorite at the café

She leaves you tips, plenty even, her eyes holding a glint of- something- when she places them across the table

Maybe, because she likes seeing your back arch a little as you stretch to get it. Maybe just to tease you. Maybe it's because it allows her to see the shivers run up and down your arm when you lean forwards to collect everything from the table and inhale her sharp, but comfortable scent

She plays with you, that much is clear

Like a predator before moving in for the kill

Daniela

Daniela is- unlike anyone else you have ever seen

She’s confident, playful, flirty and assertive at the same time

By now, you know to expect her at least once a day, often up to three times a day

Ah, and you do wait for her

Seeing her enter the cafe is enough for you to feel butterflies in your stomach already. No matter where you stand, her beautiful eyes always find you within seconds and never stray from you

She always orders something else, impossible to predict

What you can predict?

Her hand sliding across yours when she hands you the card to pay, her fingers stroking along the side of your hand playfully before she pulls away with a knowing smile

You’re sure she knows what she’s doing to you

She makes your heart race, makes your knees feel weak

By the time you hand her the porcelain cup of whatever beverage she chose, your hands are shaking and your heart dares jump from you

But that isn’t even when you’re the most flustered

No, Daniela- she has a way of tempting you

As such, she often beckons you over when she enjoys breakfast or lunch at the cafe

At first, she’d only make you stay and chat with you

These days you notice her sit at a table with two chairs, one meant for you

Telling her you’re supposed to be working does nothing. Even when your supervisor tried scolding you, she merely scowled and flashed a peek at her wallet, insisting your time with her will be well paid

You still blush thinking back to it

These days you spend most of her visits with her like this, sat at the table with her, blushing wildly

She’s typically the one leading the conversation, snaking in little, flirty remarks that have your breath hitch

When she eventually leaves, she does so while making an impression

She stands, reaching down to cup your face gently

You’re sure, she must feel how hot your cheeks are

Her smile tells you she does

[justaparsec94]

Strings

Summary: You have a pretty good thing going with the straight-laced Commander. But when feelings start to get thrown into the mix things get a little messy.

Pairing: Wolffe x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,969

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Minors be gone, Explicit

Author's Note: This is mostly just porn with feelings and a tiny smattering of plot. Written for the prompt: Topless and face down kiss on the shoulder.

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You had told yourself that the last time had been just that, the last time. You’d promised yourself over and over again that it wouldn’t happen again, couldn’t happen again. Sure, the sex had been so mind-blowingly good that the thought of never having it again made you want to consider swearing off men for the rest of your life. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he’d made it very clear that sex was all it would ever be. ‘No strings attached’ his gravelly voice had ground out against your ear as he had pinned you to the wall that very first time. And you’d wholeheartedly agreed, you didn’t need the messiness that came along with a relationship. You just wanted him. At first, it had been good, better than good, it had been great. But somewhere along the way, after all the amazing sex and between the backroom meet-ups, feelings had crept their way into the mix, much to your annoyance. 

You couldn’t even blame him, he was completely resolute in his decision to remain no strings attached. It seemed unfortunately that your heart was the traitorous one in this relationship and that was how you had come to the conclusion that the last time had been the last time. You knew yourself well enough to stop things before you went and did something completely foolish, like fall in love. 

At least, this is what you’d told yourself. 

You’d been prepared for his arrival at 79’s, heard through the clone grapevine that the 104th had returned to Coruscant. You’d practiced your strongest look in the mirror before your shift, ensuring your features could school themselves into cool disinterest. The speech you’d had prepared had been memorized. Short and to the point, no opportunity to improvise. A gentle rebuttal to let him know this thing between the two of you could no longer continue. You’d been determined to end it. 

Of course, you hadn’t really accounted for just how handsome he truly was in person. Your memory had never really done him justice and seeing him again had proved just how much bantha poodoo you were already in when it came to him. Your resolve had crumbled the instant he’d walked through the door, grey and white armour still in place, Kama swinging around his hips, the silver of his prosthetic eye glinting in the flashing lights of 79’s. Yup, you were well and truly kriffed. 

He hadn’t immediately come over to where you were serving up drinks at the bar, but your eyes, as usual, had followed him the entire time as he made his way around. As a Commander he was a notable figure, the men around him parted in respect, heads nodding in acknowledgment as he moved about the bar. He stopped every once and a while to speak with other clones but it didn’t take long before he was standing before you at the bar, the barest hint of a smirk on his face as your eyes connected. 

“What can I get for you, Commander?” You had been impressed with your ability to sound casual despite feeling as though you were about to crawl out of your own skin at any moment as his dark gaze swept over you.

“The usual,” The look in his brown eye had made it clear he was not talking about a drink. 

Your entire body had felt as if it was engulfed in flames as he looked at you. Fleetingly you’d remembered something about a speech, but all words were lost and you had given him an almost indistinguishable nod without another thought.  

And that was how you found yourself in your current situation. Two standard hours later, sitting on the end of your bed in your small apartment, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched Wolffe remove his armour piece by piece. Unable to let go of him despite knowing it would be the best before he completely wrecked you. 

It wasn’t just the intimacy though that had you unable to resist him, even though it was admittedly the best you’d ever had, it was the moments between and after too. The moments when you’d fall back in bed beside one another, satiated and panting. When the walls between you would crumble and you’d talk for hours about anything and everything as the night would wear on. It was those moments where you’d get him to smile, or pull a rare chuckle from him. When you’d look over at him and his gaze would be warm, his face relaxed, the stress of his life forgotten for a moment, and looking as young as he actually was. You loved those moments just as much, if not more than the intimate ones. You were falling in love with him. No matter how hard you tried to push it away it was undeniable. 

He was so beautiful. So much so that it was as if he’d walked straight off the screen of one of your favourite holo dramas. You drank the sight of him in greedily, the deep bronze of his skin, the strong slope of his shoulders, the dark hair covering the broad expanse of his chest, the lines of his abdomen trailing down in a v to his hips. No matter how many times the two of you had done this the sight of him never failed to make you flush. 

You stood as he slowly approached the bed, your dressing gown slipping from your shoulders and pooling around your feet in a silky puddle. His gaze was hungry as it roved over your body, the look making your insides squirm pleasantly. You were already wet with anticipation and you clamped your thighs together to create some friction as he stopped in front of you, so close that your chests were nearly touching. He was always so warm and his hand burned pleasantly against your skin as he reached up to touch you, trailing sensuously down from the base of your throat to your hip. His grip against your hip was firm as his eyes roved your face, as though he were searching for something in your expression. 

The look made you nervous, as though he could see the traitorous feelings that had been growing in you over the past few months. But you did your best to keep your features schooled despite the small part of you that reminded you this was a bad idea, that you had decided to put a stop to this so he couldn’t find out. However, that logical part was almost completely drowned out by the need coursing through your body. You wanted him so badly and in that moment you were willing to take whatever he would give you. 

“What do you want?” His voice was so low it rumbled straight from his chest, the sound sent a tingle through your spine. 

He always asked the question and your answer was always the same, “You.” 

He didn’t need to know that your answer had begun to take on new meaning over the past few months. 

An involuntary squeak left your mouth as he lifted you straight off the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively bringing your bodies even closer together. He moved until his knees hit the bed before he gently tossed you down onto it as though you weighed nothing at all. You landed with a giggle, heart racing in your chest as you grinned up at him. You only just caught a flash of his answering grin before he was on top of you, teeth nipping at your neck as his hands roamed your body. You felt yourself come alive under his touch, no one had ever made you feel the way he did. 

He spread your legs with a rough touch, slotting himself between your thighs as his hands moved to your knees to keep you in place. He leaned back slightly, his gaze dark and devouring as it roved your body. His look alone was enough to have you shivering as you were spread beneath him.

He leaned forward again, his mouth nipping at your ear gently as he spoke in that irresistibly rough voice of his, “You are so beautiful.” 

You shivered again as his one hand slipped up your thigh, moving achingly slow towards your core, “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night,” He continued as your eyes slipped closed, you bit your lip to try and keep a moan from escaping you as his hand finally dipped into your folds, “It should be a crime for you to look that good.” 

This time you were unable to stop your moan as his calloused fingers brushed over your clit, slowly and methodically. It took all of the strength you possessed to open your eyes once more to meet his gaze as he continued to explore every inch of you, “It was all just for you.” It was true, when you had chosen your work outfit for the night he had been the only one on your mind. And it had been worth it, you’d felt his eyes on you the entire night while you finished your shift. 

His gaze grew darker and a low rumble sounded in his throat at your words. The sound drove you wild and you tilted your hips, aching for him to touch you more, to build the friction between the two of you. You wanted him so baldly. No matter how many times the two of you did this that ache never seemed to lessen. Your need was nearly blinding and you panted with need beneath him. His pace remained the same despite it, slow and methodical as he slipped two fingers into your slick core, thumb rubbing against your clit as you mewled with pleasure.  

“Wolffe…” You whined as he brought you closer to the edge, though not enough to tip you fully over. It was maddening but at the same time, you never wanted him to stop. Your knees clamped around his hips, pulling him closer to you, determined to keep him in place but you weren’t strong enough to stop him as he leaned back, hand going with him and leaving you desperate. 

You pouted up at him, but he only smirked down at you, his brown and silver eyes winking in the light of the passing speeders outside. 

“Easy, darling,” He purred, which was enough to have you pressing your legs together once more, seeking the friction you had lost. He chuckled lowly at the sight of you writhing in front of him before he reached a hand out to your hip, gently guiding you up from the bed. 

“Flip over,” He rumbled, his hand squeezing you gently as your heart raced in your chest. 

You did as you were told, flipping over on shaky legs as he continued to guide your hips up until you were kneeling on the bed. You could feel the heat radiating off of Wolffe from where he was standing behind you. His length was long and hard against your thigh as he leaned over you, hand sliding gently across your skin and making you shudder. His fingers found your core once more, gliding over your entrance for a moment before his thumb found you clit. You gasped, hands gripping at the bed sheets as you leaned further into him, it was at once too much and not enough. He truly was going to be the death of you. 

You felt as if you were going to combust, lost in the sensation of his hand on you, the heat of him pressed against your back. You were rapidly climbing towards your release, desperate to tip over into pleasure. 

He nipped at the junction between your neck and shoulder, your back arching up into him at the sensation of his teeth against your skin. You moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside of you, your cunt instantly clutching around him as the welcome intrusion. His thumb continued to work against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You felt as if your body was on fire, the sensations overwhelming and you panted, your breaths ragged as he continued his ministrations. 

“Wolffe…” You gasped as his thumb continued to massage your clit, his fingers curling and relaxing inside of you as you hurtled toward your release. Tease gathered in the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, you were so close. 

Your body was trembling beneath him, breathing ragged as you felt the slick of your cunt running over his fingers and down your legs. 

He pressed even further into you, every line of his body meeting yours perfectly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, “That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” His voice rumbled through his chest and straight into you.

“Wolffe…” You gasped, barely able to speak with how close you were. 

He chuckled and then suddenly he was nipping at your neck once more.

And that was all it took. The feeling of his teeth against you once more sent you tumbling over the edge and you came hard against his fingers. Moaning loudly, stars popping behind your eyes as your cunt fluttered around his fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You tipped forward slightly as your limbs went limp with your release but as always, Wolffe had you. With his free hand, he wrapped a strong arm around your middle, keeping you upright as you rode out the waves of your orgasm. 

You moaned once more, eyes still squeezed shut as his fingers slid out of you. You instantly missed him but before you could even protest he had shifted once more above you and you groaned as you felt the head of his cock glide through your slick to nudge against your cunt. You had barely come down from your first high but the sensation of him pressing against you had your stomach tightening once more in anticipation. 

He pressed slowly into you, giving you the time to adjust to his size. You pressed back into him, groaning as his length filled you so completely, at the friction building in you once more. Your hands fisted in the bed sheets once more as his hands gripped your hips, guiding you slowly over his cock, almost torturously. 

He swore lowly under his breath, fingers tightening on your hips, pressing groves into your skin as you slowly met him thrust for thrust. 

You moaned, head tipping down towards your chest as your back ached up into him, pressing back to feel every inch of him. He moaned, your name escaping from between his teeth as a hiss before he pulled all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass filled the room, and your hold on the sheets tightened as his pace went from slow to fast in an instant. 

His body bent over yours even more, chest pressed against you, one hand still on your hip while the other slid around to slide up your body. His large hand engulfed your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you gasped and panted beneath him. You had thought your first orgasm had drained you but you were quickly building to another as he thrust rapidly in and out of you, the head of his cock hitting you just right at this angle. 

Wolffe licked and nipped his way up your sweat-soaked spine, sending shudders through your body. You felt as if you were floating, every limb weightless as desired pooled in your abdomen. No one had ever made you feel the way he did. 

Your name fell from his lips once more like a prayer, his hips stuttering against you for a moment, hands pressing so hard into your flesh you knew it would leave a mark.  

Suddenly he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and somehow the gesture was more intimate than anything you had ever shared. It was as if a cold bucket of water had suddenly been poured over you. Your body tensed involuntarily as your thoughts went from focused entirely on your pleasure to all over the place. Your pulse raced beneath your skin and your throat contracted with panic as all of the feelings you had been trying so hard to bury rushed to the surface. 

You didn’t kiss. He was all tongue and teeth but he had never actually kissed you before. The two of you had come to some unspoken understanding that kissing would cross the no-strings-attached line. And up until that very moment, you both had abided by this rule. No matter how quick and innocent it had been it had left you completely unmoored. Your thoughts were reeling out of control, trying to find meaning in the gesture when logically you knew there likely wasn’t any. You so desperately wanted it to mean something. Your eyes blurred, stinging as your breath came out in a ragged pant. You weren’t sure who you were angrier at, him or yourself. 

Wolffe froze, clearly noticing the tension that had suddenly appeared in your body. He murmured your name, his hand gentle against your skin, but you barely heard him over your own raging thoughts. 

“I can’t -“ you finally managed to choke out, pulling away from him and rolling onto your back on the bed. Panic and embarrassment were flooding through you, your eyes burned as you looked up at the concern and confusion etched on his face. He rocked back to rest on his heels, the lines of his body holding the same tension as your own as he looked at you. 

“Are you ok?” His voice was so gentle that it made your heart break even more, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, no of course you didn’t hurt me,” At least not physically and not intentionally. It was your own inability to remain casual that suddenly had you panicking at his touch, “I just can’t do this anymore…” 

His face was etched with confusion, dark brow furrowing above eyes that had tensed at the corners, “What do you mean?” 

“I thought I could do no strings attached. I thought I’d be fine,” You answered, unable to fully meet his gaze as your voice quivered. You steeled yourself despite wanting to do nothing more than run from the room and never see him again. But the damage was already done, the least you could do now was explain, no matter what the outcome might be, “But then you go and kiss me like that and I want more. I want you, all of you.” 

You looked up at him as you spoke the last word, searching his face for any sort of reaction despite being terrified of what you might find there. But his face remained as unreadable as always. His expression was impassive, as though you had made a comment about the weather and not essentially expressed your undying love for him. Your eyes began to burn as the silence between you stretched on unbearably long. Finally, it became too much for you to handle, the emotions inside you bubbling over as you reached up to press your hands to your face, covering your eyes as the tears pooled. You felt so embarrassed, so angry at yourself for being unable to keep your feelings for him under control. You wished a hole would open up beneath your bed and swallow you so you no longer had to experience his rejection. 

You took a shaky breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you tried your best to get your emotions back under control. It was fine, you tried to tell yourself. You could survive this. Despite how much it hurt and despite how much you would miss him you could live without him. It was better in the long run, you tried to convince yourself, better to be hurt now than hurt even worse later on. 

The thoughts running rampant in your head were suddenly cut off by two large, calloused hands gently grasping your wrists. He pulled gently until your hands came away from your face and continued to pull until you were sitting upright in front of him. Despite your surprise at the fact that he hadn’t immediately run from the room you still couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, you didn’t want him to see the tears that you knew were lingering in your eyes. 

“Hey,” He murmured softly, “Look at me,” he lifted one hand to gently rest under your chin, tipping your head up towards him. 

You had no choice but to meet his gaze, tears still threatening to fall from your eyes and your pulse raced beneath your skin. His expression was still impassive, giving away absolutely nothing of his thoughts. It made you even more nervous but you took a deep steadying breath, steeling yourself for whatever he was about to say. 

His face might not have been giving anything away, but as your eyes connected something was pooling in the depth of his brown eye that had your heart kicking into overdrive. 

He was silent for another long moment before he spoke, his voice a soft murmur, as though he were afraid to disturb the silence in your room, “You have me. You’ve had me for a long time.” 

He looked away after he spoke, as though embarrassed by his admission. But you couldn’t look away from him, stunned by his words. Was he actually saying that the entire time you’d been agonizing over your feelings for him he had been feeling the exact same way? 

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you watched him, a hundred different things rushing through your head. Of course what finally came out was much less articulate, “You…what?”

Wolffe’s answering chuckle was a soft rumble as he turned his gaze back towards you, “You’re really going to make me say it again?” he grunted, dark brow furrowing as the corners of his mouth turned down. But there was a lightness in his brown eye that you had had the privilege of seeing only a few times before. To everyone else, Wolffe was stalwart bordering on grumpy but you knew there was a lot more lingering beneath his surface that he let very few people see it. It was just one of the many things you loved about him. Even if at this moment his aversion to outward emotional displays was driving you a bit crazy.

“I’m yours,” He repeated when it was clear you were just going to continue gaping at him silently.

You didn’t think it was possible but your heart rate seemed to pick up a notch, and your stomach tightened with the emotions that were rushing through you. You felt a flush creep its way up your neck and onto your face. But despite the emotional reaction you were having you couldn’t quite believe he meant his words the same way you did.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked finally, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He seemed to consider his words for a moment before he spoke, “You might have noticed that I’m not the best with words,” He grumbled, one brow quirking up as he looked at you, “And I was the one who insisted we keep it casual. I guess a part of me didn’t want to admit I blew it almost immediately. The other part was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same…” 

You shook your head, a sharp chuckle escaping you before you could stop it, “You stubborn ass,” Your voice was almost breathless as you moved so you were in front of him once more, knees touching, “Do you know how long I’ve been worrying about this?? I even prepared a breakup speech!”

Wolffe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a small smirk crossing his face, “Really? Well, let’s hear it then.”

“No!” You protested, moving again so that your hands were on him once more, slowly trailing up from his chest to rest on his jawline, cradling his face, “That speech will never see the light of day. I want you Wolffe, all of you. Only you.” 

He leaned into your touch, gaze softening once more, “C’mere,” He murmured as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

Without another thought you were kissing him, the space between your bodies disappearing as you straddled him on the bed. He moaned softly against you, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer as he gently nipped at your lower lip. You had pictured the first time you would truly kiss him a thousand times before, but none of your fantasies had ever come close the the real thing. You wanted him so badly that it was nearly overwhelming. 

His erection pressed against you as you licked at his lips before tangling your tongue with his own. Your kisses were needy, desperate. As though now that you had started you would never be able to get enough of one another. 

Desire raged in your core once more as your hands slid down from his face, slowly across his neck, and down to his strong chest, fingers tangling in the course hair that covered his pecs. 

Wolffe pulled away from you slightly, just enough that your eyes could meet, “Gods, I’ve wanted you for so long,” His grip on you tightened, leaving you breathless. 

“I’m yours,” You whispered back, repeating his earlier words. 

His gaze was dark and ravenous as he shifted slightly, his erection dragging against your hot and slick core. With a single easy motion, he sheathed himself inside of you, filling you so completely it left you gasping in his arms, head dipping towards your chest at the overwhelming sensation. 

He gave you a moment to adjust before he slowly began to thrust up into you, pressing kisses to your neck, jaw, lips, anywhere he could reach as you clung to him. 

You were rapidly hurtling towards an orgasm as your thrusts met his. His cock hitting that spot deep inside of you perfectly each time, your clit rubbing against the base of him with every thrust. You moaned, eyes closing as you gripped his shoulders, using them for leverage as your chest rubbed against his own. Your legs began to shake as his pace increased, thrusts turning desperate as you rode him. 

Wolffe’s head dipped to press a kiss just below your collarbone as his one hand snuck between your bodies to palm your breast. His other hand remained on your hip, guiding your thrusts, his touch almost bruising. 

You were so close it was almost unbearable, your heart fluttered beneath your skin, every inch of you feeling as if you were about to combust with each press of his lips against your skin. But you managed to open your eyes, finding his own lust-filled gaze looking back up at you as your hand trailed from his shoulder to his neck, tilting his head up towards you. 

He met you eagerly, lips crashing into your own as his thrust grew frantic. His tongue pressed into your mouth as you bucked against his hips and that was all it took for you to finally tip over the edge. Your orgasm was blinding, walls clenching sharply around his cock, as the waves of pleasure rolled through you. Every limb felt like a live wire and you tossed your head back with a moan, your grip on him the only thing keeping you tethered. 

Wolffe groaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment as your cunt continued to milk him as the waves of bliss overtook you. 

Your name was on his lips once more, a hiss of air as his hips stuttered before he came with a shudder, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” He groaned as he filled you.

You were both panting, chests rising and falling as you both rode out the waves of your combined pleasure. Wolffe leaned forward once more to kiss your shoulder, your neck, and your jaw before finding your lips once more. You raised your hands to drag your fingers through his cropped black hair as you met his kiss, pressing into him. 

He chuckled softly as he noticed your legs shake, and with a single smooth motion he wrapped his arms around you, leaning forward and then rolling you both over until you were lying side by side in your bed. You both lay there panting for a long moment, heat still pooled low in your belly from the lingering effects of your orgasm. 

Once your breathing had returned somewhat to normal you turned your head to look over at Wolffe, only to find he was already gazing at you. The smallest hint of a smile was on his face, which was essentially the Wolffe equivalent of a beaming smile. Your own face brightened before you rolled slightly to rest your head on his chest, instinctually his arm moved to wrap around you, pulling you closer as your limbs tangled together.

“You’ll stay?” You asked softly, your eyes beginning to grow heavy as the heat of his body seeped into your own. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He replied lowly, you felt his response in his chest more than you even heard it, “Ever.”

And you believed him. You finally knew at that moment that his feelings for you were a reflection of your own. And you knew that he would do everything in his power to keep that promise to you. Forever. 

[jinx-xxed]

Reports

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A/N; Something small I’ve had sitting for a little bit! I like the simplicity of this one

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; Being in the harsh environment of the First Order causes you to find unlikely solidarity.

Content; Commander Kylo Ren, General reader, original characters, domestic, living life in the First Order, sharing a meal together, slight hidden feelings

Wc; 1.4k

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The night is getting old, time passing by in a trudging slowness. Of course, it’s somewhat difficult to tell when you’re floating in space, but you judge the hour by the dimming lights in the main halls. The lights are set to mimic a full daytime cycle, lessening their light once it gets to evening.

You’ve been stuck in your office all day, finishing outstanding reports and requests under the Commander’s order. You almost don’t mind, it’s given you some peace and quiet, after all. Well, except for the part where Chief and some other members of the Fleet came in to make fools of themselves on their lunch breaks.

Sometimes you’d pause for a while and watch space lazily pass by, needing to give your eyes a break from the paperwork. All the stars twinkling together were a pretty sight, one that could end up sucking you in for longer than you’d like.

You’re nearly finished now, only two sheets left to go over and fill out. They’re both simple mission reports involving your Fleet, used to state what occurred and if anything of importance was found. You cross reference the data pad beside you, inputting missing information where needed and fixing up comments by the Fleet members who were on the expedition.

You’re close to complete with the first report when the door to your office opens. There’s only one person who’d come bother you at this hour.

“I see you finished your work already?” You ask Kylo as he steps inside your space.

“I see you haven’t finished yours.” He retorts, taking off his helmet as he does. It creates a strange effect of his voice going in and out of the vocoder.

You huff. “I’m almost done. It’s not my fault you pile all this on me at the last moment.”

He shrugs. “And it’s not my fault that you procrastinated on it until the last moment. You could’ve finished these at the beginning of the month.”

You grumble some indecipherable response, not looking at him, continuing to scribble away on the pages before you instead. He sighs, sitting himself down in one of the chairs in front of your desk, robes billowing around him. His helmet sits in his lap and he leans his head back over the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling.

“You know, you could go to the mess hall without me.” You point out, typing extra statistics into the data pad.

He merely goes “hm”, like he considers it, and then makes no effort to follow your suggestion. You shake your head, mostly to yourself.

It’s like a weird routine you’ve developed whenever you’re on the Finalizer together; your shifts end at the same time so often that you end up going to the mess hall with each other. Perhaps it’s because you both need whatever company you can get in this place, you don’t know.

It takes you a while to finish the second paper, but still he waits. It’s another twenty minutes before you at last put it onto the neat stack to the side with the others, then stretching and cracking your joints. “Alright, finished.” You say while you stand, flicking switches to power down your office as you do. Kylo’s up and ready by the time you’re done, waiting by the door.

“C’mon BB-12, day’s done.” You say, the droid immediately waking up from his resting spot beside your desk. He beeps at you, rolling around next to you as if he’s just as excited to get out of your office as you are.

You and Kylo walk together down the halls, his helmet still off. It’s late enough that the chances of running into others on the ship is small, meaning he can relax a little. If he even knows how to do that, you think, almost snickering to yourself. You don’t miss his side eye towards you.

The mess hall is also blissfully empty. The mess hall you stand in is meant for superior officers like the two of you, meaning it doesn’t get overcrowded with the many, many Stormtroopers on the ship.

You take whatever’s left from the day, then sitting across from each other at a table located near the back. You eat in comfortable silence, something that’s familiar between you. The food is bland as usual, sticking to the roof of your mouth or crumbling as soon as it touches your tongue. That’s probably the one bad thing about being up in space all the time—the standard issue food.

Throughout the meal, you don’t miss the way his leg is subtly bouncing up and down. It’s impossible to miss, actually. Just a nervous habit, you’d guess, it’s nothing unheard of. Though you can’t help thinking it a bit odd for him, someone who usually acts as if he’s a statue. He’s a person who moves only when necessary, you’ve noticed it’s like an intimidation tactic. There’s clearly an undercurrent of tension he’s holding on to, something that crackles angrily behind the impenetrable walls he keeps up. You can’t decipher it, can’t reach through his defenses and grab it and you know he wouldn’t tell you if you question him. You won’t even waste your breath.

“Any expeditions coming up?” You decide to ask, breaking the long period of silence.

He takes a moment to consider. “Not that I know of.”

You break a piece off one of the nutrition bars, crumbs dusting the disposable tray below. “Well, if you don’t know then I guess none of us do.” You tease.

“You’re just hoping to get out of here, aren’t you?” He asks, breaking his staring contest with the right wall to glance at you.

“Would you blame me if I was?” You say around a mouthful.

He looks at you a moment longer. “No.” There’s an understanding beneath his words and it doesn’t fail to remind you how many similarities you share, even if you don’t want to admit it.

You take one more bite and then scoot back, lip upturned. “I can’t take this food anymore, I’m finished.” BB-12 chirps in amusement from where he sits on the ground next to you.

“Are you so pampered by the food of other planets that you can’t handle this?” He asks. It’s no secret that whenever you’re sent out or the Finalizer docks at a planet, you like to fully indulge in whatever local cuisine is offered. You sometimes blow whole paychecks just on food for you and the Fleet.

You scoff in disbelief. “You can’t seriously tell me you enjoy this stuff.”

His head tilts. “You’re lucky, I’ve heard the food in the lower mess halls is even worse.”

Your face screws up in disgust at the thought. You then see that Kylo somehow managed to finish the whole meal. How he’s been able to stomach this “food” for so long, you’ll never understand. You both throw your trays away, BB-12 taking up his dutiful place at your side.

Since you’re both superior officers, that means your sleeping quarters are in the same sector. Which means you get to walk there together as well. Considering how much you despise this man, it’s almost comedic how much time you have to spend near each other.

The walk there is once again silent, and your room comes up first. Kylo’s is more secluded, meanwhile you’re placed with other generals and members of Fleet 74. If it were up to anyone else, your Fleet would be put with the rest of the Stormtroopers, but you specifically ordered that they be near you for peace of mind. It was something most of the other generals weren’t a fan of.

You hesitate in front of your door before saying, “goodnight, Commander.”

He doesn’t stop walking nor turn back as he responds, “goodnight, General.”

You hum to yourself in thought, watching his bulky form disappear around the corner, his footsteps steadily fading. The corridor is eerily quiet after that, leaving you with an uncertain feeling you don’t want to bother acknowledging in the moment. You place your palm against the scanner in the wall, a beep of confirmation sounding before the hexagonal doors are opening with a hiss.

You walk into your room, breathing in the nice, crisp air. You sigh in relief, shedding your layers and not hesitating to flop onto your bed while BB-12 settles himself into his charging port for the night. You spend time merely looking up at the ceiling, letting your thoughts wander aimlessly.

What a long, boring day.

[ladyinwriting18]

A Loyal Death Eater (Severus Snape x Reader)

Summary: Severus comes home to find he's been left a gift from The Dark Lord--you.

Words: 4901 Warnings: PIV, Human Given As A Gift, Master/Servant, Pet Names, Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk. Author's Note: Hiiii if you know me then welcome back--WILL I EVER STICK TO ONE FANDOM TO WRITE FOR? The answer is no lol If this is your first time reading my writing then welcome! I hope you enjoy my first ever Snape one-shot!

Severus Snape is tired. So very tired. Tired of living this double life. Death Eater. The Order. Following Dumblerdor’s orders. Secretly protecting Harry. Funneling particular information to Voldemort for the sake of keeping up appearances. All while teaching potions. The vein in his temple throbs at the mere thought of his students. He doesn’t want to think about them now. He doesn't want to think about anything. All Severus Snape wants is to bury his face into a pillow. And that’s exactly his plan as he walks into his home and heads up the stairs towards his room... That is until he notices the piece of parchment stuck to the bedroom door. He’s immediately on high alert. Tension has his spine straight and his shoulders up by his ears. With his wand drawn, he creeps closer, ready to hex whatever intruder has managed to sneak into his home. But the signature at the bottom gives him pause. Why the hell was The Dark Lord leaving him handwritten notes? Dark eyes scan the entire letter. “To my most loyal Death Eater. I’ve left you a gift. A reward for all of your hard work. Use it however you wish and dispose of it when you’re done with it.”  Severus raises a brow. It? What exactly was waiting for him on the other side of the door?

There was only one way to find out. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door, but what he finds stops him dead in his tracks. A woman sits kneeling on the floor beside his bed. Your head is bowed with your hands placed palms up atop your thighs. But the most shocking thing is that you’re completely naked except for a black and green garter belt on your right thigh. “What is the meaning of this?” he commands, still in a mild state of shock at the scene before him. You, however, do not stir, keeping your body still. “Hello, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I serve you tonight?”  Your voice is warm…feminine…inviting. It draws Severus in and has him stepping into the room. But the closer he gets to you, the more your words sink in. “Forgive me…serve me?” You nod. “Yes, Master. I belong to you now. For as long as you want me.” The realization hits him like a bludger to the face. “You’re…my gift.” You nod again. “From the Dark Lord.” “And why would the Dark Lord send me a human as a gift?” The disgust in his voice isn’t directed at you, but you respond nonetheless. “To use as you see fit. I am yours and any desire my Master has is mine to fulfill.” He doesn’t know a single soul alive or dead who wouldn’t be tempted by such an offer. And though his heart had been lowered into the ground on the same day that Lily’s body was, he is still a man. A man with needs that he hasn’t even dreamt of allowing himself to feel. He’s standing directly in front of you now. “Look at me,” he commands You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him with your gaze filled with willingness. He searches your eyes, attempting to find even an ounce of fear or disgust but finds nothing but devotion. As if you truly want nothing more than to serve.

His mouth goes dry and all of his body’s blood supply seems to be traveling south to his cock. This is wrong. Who knows what the Dark Lord had threatened you with…or where he had stolen you from. But everything about you screams submission. It awakens a darker side of himself. One that he hasn’t felt stirring since he was a young, newly appointed Death Eater. Back then Lucius Malfoy would hire girls and throw secret parties down in the dungeons below his estate. It was at these “parties” that Severus found his proclivity for knots…and magically binding girls to the ceiling so he could fuck them until they were begging to cum. It’s a time that he wishes he could scrub clean. Not only from his mind but from the history books of his life. Shame had accompanied him at those parties because he knew this was a part of him that he couldn’t share with Lilly. Even if James Potter had never been in the picture and Lilly had somehow been his. She was too lovely and sweet for that sort of depravity. She would have never enjoyed such things. And he would never— “Master?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing back on you just as you reach out to take his hand. Your grip is so light, almost as if you’re worried your touch will offend him. “I want to please you. Want to give you whatever it is you need. Please? All I want is to be a good girl for you.” A good girl. His cock throbs. How you knew exactly what to say, baffles him. Perhaps you were a skilled Legilimens—allowing you a peek into his thoughts. Either way, you said the phrase that never failed to stop him in his tracks. He grips your hand more firmly and lets his other move to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, bloody hell, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his thumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his.  “You said you’ll fulfill any request?” His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, opening it to reveal the tiniest bit of the inside of your mouth. “Anything,” you concur. His mind races with endless possibilities. He hasn’t tapped into this part of himself in years. It makes him antsy to claim you. But Severus Snape is not a rash man. He does not allow his emotions to make him sloppy. He is cunning and calculating. And more importantly, he knows exactly how he’ll have you prove yourself. He slides his foot forward, placing his black leather dress shoe in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, positioning yourself on all fours before leaning down to press your lips to the tip. But you don’t stop there. In fact, you cover the entire top of his shoe with kisses. With each kiss, you let out a soft, sweet noise–as if this act of obedience is actually bringing you pleasure. 

Severus lets out a rough command, “Don’t stop.” You don’t, lowering your upper body further onto the floor, but purposely keeping your hips in the air to showcase the curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the top of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight of both almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth, feeling his cock pulsing within the constraints of his pants. You pull your torso off the floor, moving closer to him so you can start kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. Not once do you break eye contact. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. 

It's an unusual occurrence for him. He’s used to his students being intimidated by the mere mention of his name. Even in his school days, he had never been known as a looker. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust while you continue your path up his leg. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels. You return to your earlier position, with your feet tucked under you and your hands resting palms up atop your knees. You’re so submissive. It’s perfection. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” he asks, moving his hand to hover over the bulge in his pants.

Your eyes dart at the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“Yes, Master. I’m your property. My sole purpose is to please you.”

“My property?” he breathes, freeing his aching cock from his trousers.  

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it. 

You only nod, too busy watching as he starts to slowly stroke the shaft of his cock. He does this more to tease you than for his own pleasure. It clearly works because you fidget ever so slightly. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “My beautiful…little good girl.” Severus pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I’m your good girl.”

“Then prove it by sucking your Master’s cock.” 

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Gently, you nudge his hand away before wrapping your own around the base of his cock. You hold eye contact with him while tracing your tongue over the veins in his shaft. “You taste so good,” you moan out and drag your tongue along the underside until you reach the tip. You clearly know what you’re doing. Severus swears his heart beats in time with the flicking of your tongue. Your hand and mouth work simultaneously—tugging firmly while playfully licking. That is until your hand falls away so you can swallow his cock whole. “Bloody hell,” he swears, involuntarily bucking his hips forward.  

Pleased by his reaction, you hum and tighten your lips around him as you pick up your pace, bobbing your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. His dark brown eyes burn almost black as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “The good girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he hotly whispers, cock stiffening in your mouth. You nod with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with such passion sends Severus into a frenzy. His fingers twitch with the need to touch you. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants…no—needs more. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, Severus’ hand grips the back of your head. Long, nimble fingers tangle within the locks of your hair and start to move you up and down at just the right pace. Obeying his physical commands, you allow him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. So much so that he can feel saliva dripping onto his balls. Fuck you were messy. He loves it. Almost too much. But you’re looking at him with an affectionate gaze and it only makes him want more. Both of his hands grip onto your head, thrusting his hips forward so he could slam his cock into your throat. Your hands grab his thighs to try to hold yourself steady and not gag. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You groan with brows knitting together while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Severus would have thought he was being too rough if it wasn’t for your crumpled, pleasure-stricken face. He allows himself a moment to take you all in, wanting to commit you to his memory. So that when you’re gone, he’ll still have this image of you prettily sucking his cock. That’s when he notices you pressing your thighs together. Fire pools within his rib cage. You’re actually getting off on this. On pleasing him. On gagging on him. On obeying him. Suddenly, having you down on your knees isn’t enough. “Stand up,” he commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath and wipe the spit from your chin. Wanting to give you time to compose yourself, he keeps himself busy by stripping fully out of his clothing and casting a quick protection and contraceptive spell with a few flicks of his wand. By the time you’re on your feet, he’s standing before you naked. Your eyes run over his form and take a step forward with hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backward until your knees hit the side of his bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a surprised yelp. Your gaze shifts, looking at him towering over you with large eyes. He steps forward, nudging your knees apart with his leg. “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” Your knees fall apart, giving him a full view of your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe that you’re already dripping when he hasn’t so much as touched you. Calloused fingertips run up your inner thighs. The skin there is tender so you shiver until they make contact with your cunt and a chorus of sweet melodies leave your parted lips. You greedily grind into his touch, already wanting more. With a grin, he enjoys himself as he plays with you. He prods your opening and watches your eyelids flutter close. “What a needy cunt you have.” He means it as a compliment, but it’s laced with a snark that’s meant to embarrass you. It works, color flushing over your cheeks. “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” It’s clear that being owned is a massive turn-on for you. And if he’s honest, he’s more than happy to play this game. “That’s right,” he breathes, fingers tracing up towards your clit. “Every inch of you is mine. Including your clit.” He applies pressure to the sensitive bud, causing you to whine and twitch. You nearly come undone from how skillfully he draws circles on your clit. But every time you buck your hips forward, his fingers move away.  “More Master. Please, give me more.” You whine and twitch, pleading sweetly. So sweetly that it’s impossible for him to continue teasing you. His fingers move to your entrance, and he plunges them inside your tightness.  You cry out in surprise, both hands grabbing ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs. His fingers are long and thick, moving in and out in slick quick thrusts. He finger fucks you mercilessly and you love it. 

You toss your head back, mouth falling open wide as you moan towards the ceiling.

Severus leans in, caging you beneath his body, and nuzzles his nose along the side of your face. His body is pressed against yours now and you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh.  “Master…” you whimper, and he chuckles before whispering hotly into your ear. “This belongs to me as well. This tight dripping cunt is mine. Is that understood?” he asks while picking up the pace of his fingers. You struggle to respond, tripping over your words but he doesn’t relent—wanting you to work through the pleasure. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master! I-I understand.” He hums his praise, calling you a good girl before falling silent. For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard are the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. Your orgasm is drawing closer, threatening to take you over. “I…I’m going to–” But your words aren’t needed because Severus knows what a woman looks like before she’s about to cum. “I know, sweet thing,” he cuts you off, looking at you and holding eye contact. “But cumming for me is a privilege. One you must ask for.” You nod your head, gripping his arm tighter, “May I cum? Please let me cum for my Master?”  With a proud grin, he says the three most glorious words. “Cum for me.” The permission is all you need, the cord inside you snapping. 

Your body goes rigid and your ability to speak is replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you hard, but it’s only when you limply slump back onto the mattress that he carefully removes his fingers from you. They’re soaked in your juices. Severus suddenly finds himself very parched. You’re looking up at him with a flushed face and glossed-over eyes but are clearly too focused on catching your breath. So, he lets you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. You make a noise of surprise, mesmerized by his mouth. Satisfied with this small taste of you, he releases his fingers with a soft ‘pop’. “Mmmh, delicious.”  “I’m glad Master thinks so. Thank you for letting me cum,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Sitting beside you on the bed, he grabs your upper arms and hauls you towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion as your hands begin to roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue. Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock. He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Is there something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “I want to help my Master to cum.” He can already guess what you’re about to say, but still, Severus tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and whispers, “And how do you plan to do that?” “However you’d like me to.” Your answer is immediate but something tells him it isn’t the entire truth. His fingers grip your jaw, tilting it so you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him. “Tell me how you want to make your Master cum.” With wide eyes, the truth pours from your mouth like uncorked wine. “My cunt. Please use my cunt.” Your plea is so desperate that he doesn’t waste any more time leaning in closer until you have to shift your position to lay back on the bed. With a nudge to your thighs, your legs part to accommodate him as he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. He’s settled between your thighs now with his cock pressed against your core. You moan in unison at the contact. As if it’s painful for both of you to not have him buried inside. 

Your hands run from his forearms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. “Take me, please. Let me feel my Master’s cock inside.”

He straightens his back and guides your legs to wrap around his waist fully. You continue to plead, but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. Severus had always refused to inflict pain on his partners that they hadn’t consented to and begged for. And he isn’t about to start now. So he waits until he feels you relax.

Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full, but also whole.

You coo, arching into him. Severus knew he couldn’t keep his movements slow for much longer.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked until I own this cunt?” “Yes!” you whine, starting to grind your hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper. “I want my Master to ruin me for anyone else.” It’s the word ruin that does him in. Unable to wait any longer he slams into you. You yelp, grabbing ahold of his forearms and sinking your nails into his flesh. The slight bite of pain only spurs him on, his pace anything but slow. The rough and steady rhythm of his thrusts has you already clenching around him. 

He isn’t sure where to look. At your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, or at your cunt that’s currently swallowing him whole. You toss your head back, slightly obscuring you from his view. So he settles his gaze downward–watching how his cock glistens from your juices every time he pulls out. It’s an intoxicating sight.

One that threatens to force him to spill himself inside of you. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he’s done enjoying you for a bit longer. Not until he can make you cum again. He grabs some of your hair and tugs so you’re forced to look back at him. “You love this, don’t you? Using your cunt to please me?” Your legs wrap even tighter around his waist, drawing closer…deeper. “Yes, Master! Feels so good pleasing you!” Pressure builds in your lower belly from the orgasm that’s steadily approaching. It feels like he’s everywhere. In you. On you. All over you. “M-Master I—so close. P-Please.” 

You’re struggling to form words but he already knows what you’re trying to say. He reaches between your bodies to your clit and rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breaths, teasing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while, your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way. He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm around him. It’s too much, and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. You both tremble through your aftershocks, unable to detangle from one another while coming down from your highs. He feels like a new man after cumming for the first time in God knows how long. But one look at you and your sleep-heavy eyes has him focusing on steadying his breathing faster. Memories from his past return to him, and words like aftercare play through his mind. It displeases him that he doesn’t know what you require right now—space or intimacy? Deciding it’s best to take the middle ground, he slowly slips out of you but sits on the edge of the bed beside you. He takes the utmost care not to jostle you but you don’t seem to notice because you’ve already turned onto your side facing him. You make yourself comfortable, curling up with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Relieved, he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his dark locks to move it off his face. “That felt amazing. Thank you, Master,” you mumble happily into his pillow. “Call me Severus.” “As you wish, Master Severus.” A spark of warmth emanates from his chest. He likes the way you say his name. It makes him feel things. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. At first, you whine, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. He holds you close and whispers, “Will you tell me your name?” You peek up at him with a smile and say it. He repeats it, liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. You nod, your smile widening across your face. He can’t stop himself from stroking your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way over to his wardrobe. “Get yourself ready for bed, Little One.” He calls from over his shoulder as he uses his wand for a simple cleansing spell. Since you’ve managed to coat even his balls in your slick. 

Afterward, he slips on a pair of black silk pajama pants. He’s about to put a shirt on when he turns back to you, expecting to find you dressed, but instead, he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your night robes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Severus should have known this wouldn’t last. He tries to disguise his disappointment but fails. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The ice in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His frown deepens, “The Dark Lord didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. This only confuses him further. To have you waiting for him nude was clearly meant to entice him, but to leave you with nothing to wear after doesn’t make sense. “No personal belongings at all? I don’t understand how he expected you to get home after this.” You flinch, once again looking away. “He said…” you trail off. “Never mind, Master.” He didn’t need spells or potions to see the discomfort radiating off of you. With the long-sleeved shirt he had intended for himself in hand, he makes his way over to you. Of course, he could have simply conjured you some clothing, but if he’s being honest with himself— He wants you wrapped up in him for a while longer. “Arms up.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey, and he slips the shirt over your head to help you dress. “It’s a tad big on you, but it will do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Severus is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. When you do, he continues, “Tell your Master what’s bothering you.” Perhaps it isn’t right for him to pull the ‘dom’ card when you aren’t technically his submissive, but he needs the truth. You stall for a little longer, gnawing on your bottom lip until you finally respond, “The Dark Lord told me that I didn’t need to pack any of my things because he didn’t believe you’d want me after you were through with me.” “I see…What else did the Dark Lord tell you?”

“That I belong to whoever comes into the room, and that I was to serve them until they no longer had use for me. Which he predicted would be just for tonight…Then he–” You falter, bravery abandoning you. He lets out a breath, resisting the urge to scrub at his eyes. Of course, he had threatened you. Placing a finger underneath your chin, he gently raises it. Your eyes flutter, struggling to meet his gaze. “You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?” You only nod. “You have my word that you’re under my protection now. Do you understand?” You nod again and summon your bravery so you can continue. “Then he said that maybe he would pass me around to the other Death Eaters or maybe he’d use me himself.” Severus can’t explain the jealousy that boils within him. But it’s there. Hot and nauseating. Suddenly, he can’t bear the thought of another having you. Not Voldemort. Not anyone. “No one is allowed to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air, but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew was that the only hands he wanted on you were his. “Is that…something you’d want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Listen to me, there are still many things we’ll need to discuss—”But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“Thank you, Severus,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable.

No one has ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone.

He can’t deny how good it feels to have you close.

Things can’t be this simple can they?

Nothing in his life had ever been simple.

You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. It tears him from his thoughts and instead has him worried about your comfort. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked into his chest.

He had no way of knowing if this would work, but bloody hell did you fit perfectly against him.

Years of tension seemingly start to melt away as sleep threatens to take him over.

Voldemort had given you to him for being his most loyal Death Eater.

And while nothing could be further from the truth, Severus Snape can’t help but think.

This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

[lesbiankimdahyun]

CONTRACT LOVER III: SANA

2.4K words

CW: A/B/O dynamics, G!P, filming during sex

[A!Momo + A!Sana x F!O!Reader]

As soon as the heavy door shut behind her, Momo and Sana closed the gap between you and them. 

“Finally,” Momo said, hastily moving Mina’s Nintendo Switch onto the nightstand. 

“Why’s Mina so prickly? Did you two fight or something?” Sana asked you while taking her own shirt off.

“Who cares,” Momo said. She froze immediately after she said it. “I mean, obviously I… fuck, you know what I’m trying– there’s nothing wrong right?” The Alpha paused for a moment, giving you time to speak up if needed. You shook your head a little and Momo smiled, taking her power over you right back. “That’s what I thought. She probably just needs to eat and then she’ll feel better. Now c’mere, baby,” Momo beckoned, curling her index finger. You obliged, scooting away from the headboard to meet her toward the end of the bed. 

Sana looked as if she was going to respond, but when you came closer, a whiff of your scent cleared her mind of any interpersonal concerns. The two Alphas rid themselves of the rest of their clothing while Momo studied your body intensely. 

“Stand up for me?” The oldest Alpha posed it as a question, but it was more of a command. 

You stood. You swallowed hard, unsure of where she was going with her request. 

She looked you up and down, circling you. The oldest of the three, Momo was also the most, well, Alpha. Neither Sana nor Mina, let alone any of TWICE’s other Alphas literally circled their Omegas like prey. At first you couldn’t tell what she was doing, but then she stepped closer, engrossed in delicately tracing over the deepest, darkest bruises and marks along your neck, chest, hips and ass. You could feel her breathing slow as her fingertips ghosted over the damage she’d done. 

“So pretty like this,” Momo murmured. Her scent was stronger now, too. You could smell how clearly aroused she was just from looking at your bruised body. She nudged your legs apart with her foot, watching Mina’s cum from earlier and your own wetness drip down your thighs. She hummed thoughtfully. “Looks like you need another breeding or two though, don’t you?” 

You nodded, your eyes flicking over to Sana now that she was naked, too. The younger Alpha approached you, flooding your mind momentarily with a wave of her soft but potent scent. She gently pushed you, making you sit back down on the bed as she stepped closer, leaving you face to face with her throbbing cock. She looked down at you expectantly, her soft light brown hair falling over her slender shoulders. 

Her actions made your mouth start salivating immediately. Momo scoffed as Sana pushed her hips forward ever so slightly, bringing her leaking head to your lips. “Sorry Momo,” Sana said, reaching down to grab your hand and guide it to Momo’s cock. “Me first.” 

You knew exactly what she wanted, and your jaw ached from having given so many blowjobs to the three of them day after day after day. Still, you obediently opened your mouth to let Sana in while your hand wrapped around Momo’s stiff shaft. 

For a moment there was complete silence as you began to jack off Momo while your lips and tongue got reacquainted with Sana’s cock. Momo sucked in her breath at the feeling of your soft palm. 

“Mmm,” Sana closed her eyes for a moment as you took her tip in, your tongue working to coax her to push more of her length into your mouth. She obliged, reaching down to put a hand behind your head to hold you in place. 

You let out a muffled moan while you serviced her. You did your best to fight your gag reflex while she began to fuck carelessly into your mouth. There were no warm up thrusts, no slow pace to let you adjust. Sana’s need was as strong as her scent now, almost too strong as her Alpha instincts clouded her mind.  

Sana let out a moan and Momo, it was clear, was just going to have to wait her turn. But just as soon as her dick was in your hand, it was gone as Sana pulled out of your mouth and grabbed you by your hair, wanting to rearrange you on the bed. Momo sighed frustratedly when you let go, but moved onto the bed too, knowing at least she’d get a turn with your mouth now. Once Sana had you on all fours, the younger Alpha looked down at your wet pussy hungrily and lined herself up. She let out a moan as she stuffed herself inside of you, too eager to warn you before bottoming out inside you. It didn’t matter, though. You were drenched and you could only whine as your cunt took her in. 

“So ready for me,” Sana praised, thrusting into you roughly a few times, making you yelp around Momo’s cock, which had only just entered your mouth. Your noises, if she could hear them at all, didn’t phase Sana at all. She continued to torment you with her cock, pulling out until only her tip was left inside you, and slamming her hips against you forcefully to sink her cock back inside. Her hands held on tightly to your waist until she finally settled into her natural pace. Her strokes were much faster than both Momo’s and Mina’s. They always were– Sana could never hide how desperate she was to knot an Omega when she was rutting. It was so primal, and it turned you on in a way only an Omega could be. It was animalistic, the need so clear in her eyes. Knowing you were the Omega she wanted to empty herself into made the brutally swift pace of her fucking worth it. You were the one who could give her exactly what she needed: a pretty, warm, receptive cunt to claim. 

You tried your best to give Momo good head, but Sana’s fast-paced fucking was making it hard to focus as your cunt clenched around her. Sana was insatiable, and her scent now overpowered Momo’s. Her scent did exactly what she needed it to: make your head spin and your muscles relax so she could overtake you. Momo, on the other hand, wrinkled her nose in response. Realizing you were having trouble keeping up with the blowjob you were supposed to be giving her, Momo took pity on you and pulled out of your mouth. A trail of spit connected her cock and your lips, making the older Alpha smirk. “Messy little airhead,” she purred.

With your mouth now free from Momo, Sana quickly took advantage of you and pinned you down to the bed. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” she whined, pounding you mercilessly. She was panting now, her thrusts as sloppy as they were fast. Her skin felt hot against your body and you felt it now-- her knot had started to grow at the base of her cock. “Look what you do to me…”

The side of your head was held down against the mattress by Sana’s hand, giving you a limited scope of vision, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Momo smile wickedly to herself as she got up to get her phone. She sat down on the second queen size bed across from the one Sana was fucking you on and spread her legs. Her left hand focused on slowly jacking off her stiff cock while the other held her phone so she could record you and Sana. 

Seeing Momo recording, Sana pulled your head up briefly by your hair again and turned you the other way so your face was hidden from the camera’s red recording eye. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as Sana then leaned down over you, possessively stretching your pussy out on her cock deeply while she inhaled your scent. You could feel her breath on your neck, and closed your eyes for a moment, if only to imagine what it would feel like if her teeth were to graze and sink into your skin. 

Imagining her biting and claiming you only made your cunt more receptive to her cock. Thank god for instinct, you thought, because without it, there would have been no way your throbbing pussy could have taken her rutting cock this easily. Of course it hurt after being used so many times in recent days, but your Omega instincts always won out in the end, allowing your cunt to welcome her back inside every time in hopes of being bred. 

An unexpected, particularly rough thrust from Sana made you cry out suddenly. Tears sprang to your eyes and you tried to adjust yourself under her, anticipating what was coming as you felt her swollen knot press repeatedly against your entrance. 

“Oh, are you really going to cry?” Sana said, looking down at you. “Poor thing, imagine how much more my knot’s going to hurt.” Sana smiled cruelly at you. “No really,” she continued, “I want you to imagine the pain. I know it makes you clench–” she cursed when your pussy did exactly what she expected, making her let out a shallow breath, “Like that.” Sana paused for a moment, watching her cock disappear into your soaked, willing pussy. “What, don’t you like it? Should I stop?” The Alpha stopped moving altogether, which somehow felt even worse than struggling to receive her knot. You let out a weak, frustrated wail and your hips betrayed you, grinding desperately to try to get any sort of friction from her cock. 

“That’s what I thought,” Sana said, smirking at Momo while she continued recording. “Even when it hurts…” she readjusted herself, pinning you beneath her and mounting you properly, “you still need my cock in you. You need it to hurt, don't you?” 

Sana readjusted herself slightly, using her weight to force herself somehow even deeper inside you than she had been previously. You started to let out another strangled cry but she stopped you midway through, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling so you had no choice but to look up at her. Your pussy throbbed, threatening to cum.

“No tears, okay? I know you can take it without crying.” Her voice was sweet, but her touch was anything but. Without warning, she slapped the side of your face, hard, making you gasp and comply. “Be good and let me use that pretty cunt.” Your once hooded eyes were now wide open, one side of your face stinging and red. The Alpha smiled proudly. “Smell her Momo, turned on and scared now.” 

A moment later, your face was pulled away by Momo, who grabbed you by your cheek. She focused the camera on you, studying you for a moment before adding another couple light smacks to your already-reddened cheek. 

“Touch yourself,” Momo commanded, and you did, slipping a hand between your legs shakily as Sana continued to thrust into you. You had barely had a chance to touch your dripping clit before you were stopped. “Now show me your fingers.” Momo zoomed the camera in on your glistening fingers as your hand re-emerged. 

“She likes it,” Momo said. “So wet... are you going to cum on her knot already?” 

You nodded as much as you could, your movement limited again by Sana, who had regained her tight grasp on your hair. 

“Down,” she growled, forcing your head deep into the sheets of the mattress. Your body followed and you sank further into the bed. Momo, back to stroking herself slowly while watching, let out a soft hum of appreciation for the show you and Sana were giving her. Your pussy clenched around the Alpha’s cock, ready for her now. With a hiss and final powerful thrust, Sana fit her knot inside you. You choked back an anguished scream, hands clawing at the sheets as the pain hit you. To your temporary relief, Sana fucked you a little slower now, but you knew it was only because she wanted to savor the sensation before she allowed herself to spill in you.

Reaching down and using her thumb, the Alpha teased your clit, making you whine and buck against her. She built you up in no time, and before you knew it, you were panting and cumming, your hips grinding down hard onto her cock. 

Sana, feeling your pussy come around her knot, gasped. Unable to hold back anymore, she growled and pressed into you, her regular pace back and quicker than ever. You let out a shuddered breath, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure and pain of being nearly split apart by the Alpha. 

“Ah! Good toy,” Sana panted, “Now take it all.” She gripped your hips harder and grunted, holding you still while she knotted you, plugging you up nice and full. Both of you let out moans at the overwhelming feeling. Your cunt clenched again and again around her knot, draining her of everything she had.

The Alpha, needing time before she was soft enough to pull out, made herself comfortable as she stayed mounted on top of you. She took her time, catching her breath and continuing to lightly thrust into you even though it was overstimulating for the both of you. Tired from the effort of taking her, you allowed yourself to be pressed against the bed like a ragdoll and recover for those few precious minutes. Before long, you felt Sana slide out of you. You whined at the empty feeling, making Sana and Momo chuckle beneath their breaths. 

“Pretty thing, I wish I could stay,” Sana said while reaching for her clothes. Her eyes were a little less sadistic than before, but only slightly. “But we all know I’d get hard again if I watched Momo take you next.” She changed quickly, giving Momo a knowing look as she came back over to say goodbye. Sana lifted your heavy, tired head. “C’mere,” she said, nuzzling her head against your neck briefly. “Wanna wear your scent on me while I’m out.” She inhaled deeply once more, then let you drop your head back down on the bed. She turned to go, but paused for a moment in front of the other Alpha.

You watched as Sana amusedly palmed Momo’s cock for a few moments, then took it in her hand. Momo, surprised, grunted appreciatively as she watched Sana work her shaft in her soft, manicured hand. Sana kept going, waiting until Momo closed her eyes from pleasure before letting go abruptly, leaving the other Alpha feeling damn near crazed from being worked up and teased for so long.  

“Good luck with Momo,” Sana said, winking at you. And then she was gone, leaving you alone with the other Alpha. 

[melodic-haze]

OMG FUCKING AYAKA ABSOLUTELY SENSELESS WITH A STRAP GOT ME LIKE UGHMSGGHRKLSH LIKE IMAGINE EDGING HER MULTIPLE TIMES, SHE WAS BEING SUCH A GOOD GIRL, YET YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT AND JUST BE CRUEL TO HER LIKE AGHDSFKKHSJGRHG AGHHHHHH (I am sane)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Ayaka x dom!afab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader has a strap, rough sex stuff, BDSM mention ig?

☆ — NOTES: Dude what if I combusted on the spot HELLOOOOOOO GOD I NEED HER (I'm not sane)

I need her to go mental PLEASE

I love the thought that Ayaka's canonically really REALLY pretty but at the same time I KNOW I'd hate it cuz of how she DEFINITELY gets hit on like a lot

She wouldn't be all that clueless of her beauty's reputation but like.......at the same time she kinda is, with the way that she kinda dismisses the attention as basically awe and reverence bc yk. She's in the Yashiro Commission

The attention just. Irks you One Too Many Times 🫶 and it doesn't help her case that she looks soooo utterly delicious, crying bc of you, so you do something about that!!!!!!

Ayaka doesn't know what she's done wrong.

She had sworn she's been behaving like a good girl for you, obeying your every command and being at your beck and call (minus when she's at work for her family's commission, you're not unreasonable), yet she was still faced with such a predicament.

Inazuma's cute little princess was clueless—was it something she said? Or maybe something she had done unconsciously to prompt you to essentially raise torturous hell on her?

She could try to rack her brains, and by archons she did try at first, and yet the only thing that she could even think of at the moment was the severe desperation for release.

The woman could see your borderline sadistic grin grow further as tears streamed down her face, cheeks almost as wet as her gushing pussy that has been mercilessly edged for.. who knows how long, by this point.

"'m sorry," she hiccuped, resisting the urge to buck her hips into your strap because despite everything, she was still your good girl, "I'm so-- mnf, sorryyy-- AH!"

You slapped her ass, pale skin already so red from the previous impacts it's had, before squeezing it roughly as you spoke, "Saying sorry and you don't even know what you're apologising for..."

"B-But I've done everything you asked of me, I--"

"Are you talking back?"

Her mouth clamps shut.

"I said--" and you grab a fistful of her hair to pull her up to your level, your hips moving as if punctuating every pause you make, "--are you.. talking.. back?"

She lets out those pathetic little whimpers of hers as she feels the tip of your faux cock bottom out inside of her in quick, deep thrusts, "I'm sss-- sorry I talked back please--"

"Please what?"

"I need to feel you move please I've been such a good g-- GIRL-- oohhhthankyouthankyou thankyou--"

You had relented to her wishes with an eyeroll, your hips practically slamming into hers as you pulled on her hair as a way to keep her upright. That along with the pain from having her hair pulled in the first place and all that pent-up lust from not being allowed that sweet release had easily helped escalate that impending high.

Ayaka knew that such a state of undress, such an expression on her face, was unbecoming of the graceful White Heron Princess but at this point? The only thing she was concerned about was being your princess, along with what she had been chasing this entire--

She doesn't register it immediately, but when she notices that you've deliberately slipped out of her cunt--

"Funny, how the Kamisato clan's very princess whines like a pathetic bitch."

Another climax absolutely ruined by you, yet she still doesn't know what she did wrong.

But she won't fight back, she won't ever fight back. She was your good girl, and good girls don't only do what they're told.

They take what they're given too, no matter what.

I don't even have much to say after writing that I'm ngl

Just that she's definitely a bit of a masochist lol

God she would just be SO FUN to toy with no matter how hard or soft you go just saying 😜😜😜😜 who knew such a reserved girl was a whore all along

There's a saying for this somewhere you all know what it is guys

Anyway enjoy 🫶

[tiredfox64]

Odio

Prior notes: Ah yes, the first of not NSFW work and we get angst. And yes I did base it off the song how did you know? (Romeo Santos pls I need just a glimpse of you irl).

Pairing: Kuai Liang (MK1) x Gn Reader

Warnings ‼️: Angst, there will be no hate to Harumi after this

Kuai Liang, how that name made your heart ache. Even when you first met him your heartbeat grew quick. You almost believed you were having a heart attack. Patient, honorable, strong, handsome, and kind to you. How could you not fall in love with a man like that?

You did. A love that lasted for so long it ate at you. It screamed at you to confess or try to get him attention. Your heart and mind were at war with each other. The heart said to confess while your mind said you weren’t good enough. You were hurting yourself by putting yourself down. But Kuai Liang was always bringing you back up by praising you. You were the greatest fighter, the kindest soul, the bestest of friend…

But it’s too late I fear. Your dear Kuai Liang is wedded to someone else. And it’s not you.

The two of you are now grandmasters of your own clans. He’s now the grandmaster to the Shirai Ryu with the help of his close friend and now wife, Harumi. You spent the whole wedding ceremony holding in your tears and scowls. Your clan watched you hold it in. In a way you are strong for doing that. Not letting your feelings get in the way of your best friend’s happiness.

You kept your mouth shut, being unsettlingly quiet throughout the whole thing. Not even a hint of a smile. Just a cold expression that could match the likes of Bi-Han. Kuai Liang had to come and check up on you.

“Are you alright, my friend? I’ve never seen you so serious. What’s the matter?” He asked with great concern.

You broke from your cold state to look at him. Immediately you switched up and gave him a smile. It was so fake it didn’t sit right with Kuai Liang. He knows your usual smile. One that’s so warm and could make him smile no matter what. But that wasn’t it. It worried him.

“Ah don’t worry about me, Kuai Liang. You know how it is. I’m just thinking about what my clan has to do soon, see how else we could train, stuff like that.” You made an excuse.

“Are you sure? This is unlike you. Come on, this is my wedding day. I can’t have my best friend sulking all alone.” He took your hands and tried to make you come with him. Like he wanted you to dance with him or bring you over to talk to Harumi. But you didn’t want to, you couldn’t. You snatched your hand back from Kuai Liang which shocked him.

“I am not sulking. Don’t accuse me of anything. You know I hate that.” You snapped at him.

Kuai Liang looked at you with such worry. This can’t be his best friend. Why are they doing this on his wedding day? You realized how you were acting. Cold and snapping at him.

“Kuai Liang, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You do actually.

Before Kuai Liang could confront you on your actions, your second-in-command stepped in between you and Kuai Liang and whispered in your ear. They made it seem like there was some important matter you had to get to. Without letting you say goodbye to him your clan dragged you away, no reason or excuse for your abrupt exit.

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You would have done everything and anything for Kuai Liang. You could have given him a home, a family, a good future. Why would he run to Harumi when Bi-Han betrayed him? You could have given him the same but even better. Your clan was strong and as tight as family. The Lin Kuei would be no matched against your clan who had a range of different skills. Advanced and powerful, why would he not pick you for help?

The love that you held festered into hatred. Not just for Kuai Liang, you could never fully hate him. But for Harumi. She made him happy which made you burn with jealousy. And you have to keep asking what did she do that you didn’t. You have feared no one in your life, never letting anyone intimidate you. But her, she won the war. You have to accept that. The only war that is left is the one you’re having with yourself.

She gets to be next to him through everything. Through every battle and struggle. While you are left in the background like you were of no importance to him. She can kiss him whenever she wants. On the cheek, the lips, all over his body. You burn up just thinking about it. Those should be your lips on him.

And you don’t wanna be the bad guy here. You don’t want Kuai Liang or Harumi to see you at the enemy. You simply wanted to give Kuai Liang the world and your love. Create a family with him. Have your clan’s compound be his home to come to so he can feel safe and happy. But some other woman gets the chance to play family with him.

So what are you gonna do about it? Well, nothing. You can’t and you won’t. You can’t go begging Kuai Liang for his love. You can’t beg for him to marry you instead. You recognize that Harumi has done a lot for him. It would be a shame if he threw it all away just for you. You must put your brave face on and keep going. Your clan has already seen their grandmaster suffer enough. Your second-in-command can’t take your sadness and sorrow anymore. Everybody is ready for you to move on as you should. Enough of the fake smiles reassuring them that you are fine. No more shedding tears at night which everybody could hear. And no more having outburst full of rage that you destroy something in the compound. You will keep moving but with hate in your heart instead.

Unfortunately, you will also leave Kuai Liang devastated. He will never receive another letter from you. A smile, a gift, a laugh, or a hug. The moment he put a ring on Harumi’s finger was the moment he lost his best friend. And he didn’t even know. He will be left wondering where you are. Where will you be when he needs help or even a friend to talk to. He really did try to see you again but your clan was trying to protect you. They didn’t dare let him come close to you ever again.

“Why are you keep me away? I just want to see my friend. Do you have no heart?” He asked your second-in-command.

“You are not welcomed as of now, Kuai Liang. I am sorry but you may not see our grandmaster. It is best that you leave.” Your second-in-command was firm in their statement.

“You can’t keep me away from my friend. I deserve an explanation on why I haven’t heard from them in weeks.” Kuai Liang was getting bothered by them at this point but your second-in-command barked back at him.

“You have a home and wife to return to, grandmaster. I suggest you get off these grounds right now. My grandmaster does not and should not see you.”

All Kuai Liang got after that was the doors to the compound slamming shut. He’s hurt by their words. It hurt to be turned away, to be rejected.

The funny thing is that you truly do love him. You love him so much that you start to hate. To hate means to care. And you care about him too much. Kuai Liang will never know that. Because you will take it to your grave. Unless someone will come around to cure you of your hatred.

After notes: Ah geez I’m no expert on angst. I already got depression why would I ask for more. Hopefully people like this as well. I’m not sure if I will write much for him but it won’t hurt me if I do. The reason I’m even saying that is cause I want to make fanfics of characters I feel like either don’t get enough love or I don’t see enough fanfics of. But this was an idea I had and I wanted to get this out so yeah. Whatever. Have fun? Adiós!

[gauloiseblue]

Medic!Reader × Poly!141

Part I | Part II | Part III

[TW: attempted rape, a little bit of violence]

A/N: I'm gonna highlight the TW part so you can scroll down to skip it

It'd be thrilling for you to be on your first mission, if not for the fact that Graves himself requested it

You have the ideas, but not getting the ideas on why at the same time

You could see why he recruited you to the field, but you're not among the best medic out there, you're just a new recruit so you're basically unqualified for such missions.

If his intention is to get into your pants, well… you won't know what to do

If he's the type who likes to chase women around, then it's easier for you to be the 'easy target' for him. But at the same time, you shudder at the possibility of having to sleep with him

On the flight to the field, you mull over the choices you have

"Johnny."

"Hm?"

"Would you be…. Would you…. Hm," Your face scrunched, "... No, that sounds wrong."

"Wha' is it? Spill it out."

"... Would you be my fake boyfriend for a while? Okay, let me explain first."

Still, he wears the bewildered face, even after you explain everything

"I don't mind, but is it really necessary?" He furrows his brows

"I know it doesn't make sense, but hear me out. You knew what kind of letters he sent to me, you said it yourself that he's getting bolder each day, and trust me when I said that I have known this kind of man my whole life. They won't stop until they get what they want."

"Seems like yer an asshole magnet." He chuckled, "On a serious note, don't ye think he'll get more aggressive after knowin' that you 've a 'boyfriend'?"

"You're right." You rub your face in frustration, "But I don't have a choice, I don't wanna sleep with him."

He thought for a second. "I'll see what I do." He then wraps his arm around your neck, tugging on you in a joking manner, "But don't you think I could misunderstand your request?"

"No, you're just not the type." You laugh, "Besides, I can't see anyone in the team who would be willing to help me, for this kind of stuff…"

"... Now tha' I think 'bout it, yer right."

Upon arrival, the soldier tells the team to move immediately to the base. You're only given 5 minutes to settle down before briefing

To say that the briefing is unpleasant… is an understatement

While the commander gives an introduction for the team, you feel an uncomfortable gaze on you

You don't have to guess it, because when you lift your head, you can see Graves' been eyeing you

It feels like an eternity before it's over

Even then, it's not really over. Because once the commander is done with his speech, Graves casually mentions that he need to talk to Price in private, while not looking away from you

Thankfully, Price dismissed you from accompanying him

Back at the new base, you notice that your room is quite separated from the rest of the team, and that Price's room is farthest away from you

The closest one from your quarter is Ghost, and you can't see yourself asking him for help

That is, until 3 days have passed, and you find two cockroaches under the bed

You scream and jump, and sprint out of the room

And somehow you bump into him in the hallway before you can even acknowledge who's there

(If you knew who it was, you'd rather stay in your room, even with those cockroaches)

He's slightly annoyed by the incident, but asks you what's wrong. You swallow your pride and tell him that you saw cockroaches

"You can just step on it."

"... I'm too afraid to do that."

Seems like your scream attracted more attention, as you saw Gaz and Soap getting out from their room as well, asking if something's up

Ghost gives him a brief explanation, making Soap laughs out loud

"Jeesus, I thought we were under attack or something."

"We should kill them then." Gaz suggested

"Don't kill them." You said

"What'd ye wanna do then? Lettin' them be and hopin' that they'll politely leave yer room?"

"No, just… put them outside or something."

"Ya think they won't come back again?"

While you're busy bickering with Soap, Ghost slips into your room and takes care of it. You only realize it when he comes back with 2 cockroaches dangling in his hand, still wiggling

You almost screamed the second time if you didn't immediately hide behind Gaz

"You still wanna let these things loose?"

"Yes—yes, put them outside—"

And he obeys it without question

Which is surprising, to say the least

While you're grateful that your problem was solved, it actually creates more problems in the future. Because Soap would literally chase you around with a cockroach in his hand (and you have no idea where he gets it)

He'll get scolded by either Price or Ghost though

Anyway, besides the bugs and hot weather, you get used to your new en pretty quickly, as well as your job

Treating minor wounds, talking to injured soldiers, writing and sorting documents, all the usual stuff

You already knew that it wouldn't be easy to treat soldiers in the active warzone, but your team clearly been spoiling you

Most of the soldiers would either scream in pain, or scream at you, and sometimes even both. You attempt to use "You can complain about it later when we finish." but it doesn't work

You could bear it for a few weeks, before you got fed up and straight up running your mouth

"Look, if you wanna get uneven stitches and unnecessary infections, you can keep going. Go on and stress me out, so I will fuck it up."

And when they're still mad at you, you hit them with "I'm gonna report all of your complaints to Captain Price, he's my superior after all. State your name and complain to me, I'll tell him myself."

You felt bad borrowing Price's name, but that's the only thing that made them shut up

Sometimes you hear them muttering "Price's whore" under their breath, but you could care less

You also help other medics when the soldiers straight up humiliate them, by saying that you'll send your report to Graves. It works wonder as well

That is, until the man itself shows up in front of your room when you're just about to call it a day

"I see you've been conducting your survey in the field for me. What was it again? The 'soldier's satisfaction on medic's service'?"

You're actually taken aback by it, but you kept your composure

"I just thought that it's best for the upper rank to hear their complaints, for a reason that they're the one who decides what's the best course of action for the medic."

He chuckles at your explanation, "You're smart, I like that." He then says, "But y'know, borrowing my name for it isn't very wise of you. I can just punish you for that, but I'll let it slide this time."

"Thank you sir, I won't do it again."

"Oh, no. Keep doing it." He put his hand on your shoulder, giving enough weight to emphasize his point, "But keep Price's name out of it. If they complain about you, you should tell them that I would like to request their presence immediately."

After your encounter with him, you feel a sense of dread inside your chest, as if you've been opening a pandora box

Because the next day, Graves decides to oversee the medics' work by himself

Not only that, he'd ask the soldier if they need anything more from the medic, as if he's doing an inspection

His presence gives everyone in the room a tension

One soldier quietly murmurs "This is a warzone, and not a whorehouse for God's sake."

You pretended you didn't hear him

The news about him reach to your own team, and Soap is the first one who confront you about it

"What were ya thinking? Using his name as if you knew him personally?"

"I had to, if not, they're gonna harass the other medics and slow us down."

"Did'ya even think about the consequences? Did it ever cross your mind?"

You want to object him, but you know he's right

"... Sorry, I didn't mean ta shout. It's just that," He presses his hand on his chin, "It's more serious than I thought. Graves wouldn't even bother checking his deputy."

"What should I do then? Should I just… go along with it or ignore him?"

"Don't ever think about ignoring him, it'll only make him excited."

"Then, if I go along with him…?"

"Don't do that either."

He proceeded to explain the probability of him using you for a selfish reason, and it's likely for him to keep you to himself via blackmail

"Okay, then what should I do exactly?"

"Let's see." He thought for a moment, "You could keep doing what you do… no, he'll just prolong your contract." He hummed, forehead creased, "... I think you have to have a rival."

His suggestion causes you to frown, "A rival? Where can I find her? Are there any girls who like him?"

"There's a lot, actually."

He starts to tell you a few names that have caught Graves' attention, from the korean soldier, to the senior in your work

"I don't know…" You bit your lip, "It seems wrong to use my own senior."

"Ye don't have a lot of choice." He shrugs, "They a'ready 've a feelin' for him anyway, ye just need to create the spark between them. Though it'll be hard for ya to do since ye rarely met her, moreover the two of 'em."

"... Okay, we'll see about that."

Several days have passed, and for the first time after your arrival that the fortune goddess smiles at you

You're on your way to Price's office when you spot a brunette girl talking with Graves, and you realize that she's one of the girls Soap talked about

For a split second, your brain decides to prepare a trap, which he falls into without struggle

You've known jealousy for half of your life, mainly from the men you've dated before, so it's easy for you to replicate

And it worked. He really thinks you are, and riles you up by pulling the girl close by her waist

He tugs a smile of satisfaction when you freeze, before passing them with your head down

You continued doing it for 3 to 4 times, while successfully avoiding him in the process. You begin to see him less and less, to the point that you're so sure you're free from him

Until you receive an invitation to a party, hosted by the suspected "businessman" in the neighboring country, delivered by Graves himself

"You're the perfect girl for this mission." He smirks, "It'll be a good time for us to be together, to make up for the time we've lost."

"Uh…." You stare at the invitation on his hand, unable to think, "I… don't think I'm the right person for it, sir. I'm just a medic, I haven't even completed my self-defense training yet."

"I certainly don't mind it if you become a damsel in distress." He teased, which irked you so badly, you almost broke your charade, "Trust me, I know you'll do a great job on it. You'll fit right in with the riches, just like me."

"Well, thank you for the compliment, but really, I'm not cut out of this job. I'm sure Gillian from the intelligent team is more suitable for it."

He let out a sigh, not even hiding the impatience in his breath, "So you'll deny the order from your superior?"

It's enough to shut you up immediately, and you reluctantly shake your head. "No, sir. I'm sorry."

"Good girl." He smiles at you, satisfied, "We'll depart by tomorrow morning, make sure you come on time."

Turns out, Gaz and Ghost are also on the mission. Gaz lights up when he sees you, although a little puzzled because you're not supposed to be on this kind of mission. You have no time to explain to him because Graves already pulls you to the cockpit, separating you with 2 other men

Fast forward, after the disastrous preparation and changing the dress at the last minute (because Graves picked up the most revealing dress that didn't suit you at all), you settle with a long slitted dress and simple makeup.

The party is decent, (you've been to bigger, more extravagant parties, that's why) there's champagne, free buffet, and a chatty host

Graves immediately approaches the man, exchanging greetings and all, while you stick to your role as an arm candy

Before the party, all the members got a briefing about their assignments. Graves would be the one who observes the situation and gives commands, Gaz would be the sniper and distraction so Ghost could sneak in to get the files and the man himself. You didn't get anything, so you assumed you're just an arm candy, until the man offered you a tour to his wine cellar, and you immediately knew that you're the bait

You don't like him one bit, and the fact that you're being used as bait makes you hate him more. He makes a lot of inappropriate jokes and touches, as well as a racist statement when Gaz is captured (he gets the news from the phone)

You try to grin and bear it, until he grabs your ass and presses himself against you. You struggle against him, and he doesn't take it too kindly as he punches your face with his fist full of rings

It hurts a lot that your ear is ringing from the impact. By the time you gain your senses, he's already on top of you, ripping your dress open

"Graves is a good friend of mine, he wouldn't mind if I play with his girls for a while."

You should've taken the self-defense class

It feels like eternity before you hear the door open, and a heavy step comes in. It takes around 3 seconds before the man collapses, with a small arrow on his back

You turn around to see Ghost with black tactical suit, and a different mask, which is just a plain black mask

You quickly cover yourself, fumbling with the remaining of your dress before you hear him calling your name. He calls you with a hushed tone, almost as if he's calling a wounded dog, which is quite accurate, since you don't realize you've been hyperventilating

"Look at me." He commanded, "Take a deep breath… and breathe out. Good, keep it going."

He asks you if you can stand up, and you slowly nod. But as you try to do so, the dress keeps slipping away from your body. Seeing you struggle, he decides to lend you his vest

"Cover yourself with it, and then we leave."

You and him leave the room, with the man on his shoulder, deep in slumber

Back at the makeshift base, they tie the man up on a chair

While Graves and Ghost take care of him, you go to the other room to take care of your swollen cheek. By the time you look in the mirror, it's already blooming red

You make a cold compress for your face, and you hiss at the sharp pain. You sit on the edge of the bed for a while, before you hear people walk in

"What's u— Oh no, what happened to your face?"

You look at Gaz, it seems like he escaped without hassle. "Nothing, just got punched by the package."

"Let me see… Damn, you got a cut."

"No wonder it stings."

He then helps you cleaning the wound, and when he pours the alcohol on the cotton, you stop him

"Let it be."

"Won't it get infected?"

"No, it's a shallow cut. See? The bleeding has stopped."

He chuckles, "I'll trust the medic then."

You both talk for a bit, before Ghost comes in

"We'll be leaving at dawn, make sure you get everything ready."

At dawn, as you and the crew enter the aircraft, you take a glance at the abandoned warehouse to see the man on the chair, unmoving. Graves seems to take notice of it, before he leans in and whispers, "Don't be sorry, he took it upon himself. He shouldn't have touched what's mine."

For a moment, you're filled with so much rage, that you forgot all of your play pretend. "I'm not an object you can play with, Graves." You retorted, words were filled with poison, "I'm not yours, and I will never be."

Which was a mistake, because the minute you said that, his eyes changed almost immediately. And you didn't like it at all

[jamsmemes]

(     *     ELDEN RING PROMPTS   !    

feel free to change pronouns / details as needed  !

❛ put these foolish ambitions to rest. ❜

❛ thou art of passing skill. ❜

❛ the fallen leaves tell a story. ❜

❛ arise now, ye tarnished. ye dead who yet live. ❜

❛ you will witness true horror. ❜

❛ cower in fear. of the night. ❜

❛ the fear simply assures me the ordeal is worth undertaking. ❜

❛ feel free to go off and die in a ditch somewhere. ❜

❛ i have given thee courtesy enough. ❜

❛ warrior blood must truly run in thy veins. ❜

❛ someone must extinguish thy flame. ❜

❛ i knew victory was impossible. ❜

❛ together, we will devour the very gods. ❜

❛ we continue to struggle. unto eternity. ❜

❛ life endures. births continue. there is beauty in that, is there not? ❜

❛ thy strength befits a crown. ❜

❛ i command thee kneel. ❜

❛ i will kill you. as sure as night follows day. ❜

❛ you scheming little thief. ❜

❛ deliver me unto greater heights. ❜

❛ i have never known defeat. ❜

❛ lend me thy strength. ❜

❛ one day we'll return together to our home, bathed in rays of gold. ❜

❛ time to be born anew. ❜

❛ have no fear, i will hold thee. ❜

❛ send word far and wide. ❜

❛ foul trespasser. ❜

❛ may i have a word? ❜

❛ i was entrusted this for thee. ❜

❛ now it is thine. to do with as thou wishest. ❜

❛ i doubt we shall again meet. ❜

❛ trifle not with me. ❜

❛ didst thou merely forget? ❜

❛ no sense in arguing, i see. ❜

❛ thou'rt a wild one, indeed. ❜

❛ what hopest thou to profit? ❜

❛ again we cross paths. ❜

❛ what business hast thou here? ❜

❛ i have no memory of inking thee an invitation. ❜

❛ mayhaps fate hath steered you to this reunion. ❜

❛ well? has that roused thy interest? ❜

❛ not many would have accepted the offer. ❜

❛ i anticipate good work from thee. ❜

❛ and why should i reveal that to thee? ❜

❛ away from my sight. ❜

❛ soon must i begin my journey. ❜

❛ let us speak of the past a while. ❜

❛ this is farewell, my dear. ❜

❛ would you allow me to hold you, but briefly? ❜

❛ i will take you in my arms as often as you need. ❜

❛ you must kill me. ❜

❛ you deny us, do you not? ❜

❛ will your kind never stop? ravaging the weak? ❜

❛ if i am to flower into something other than myself, i would rather rot into nothingness. ❜

❛ if you are wise, you will leave, immediately. ❜

❛ i would rather trust you, than simply continue to spoil from within. ❜

❛ would you mind averting your eyes for a moment? ❜

❛ well. that was easier than expected. ❜

❛ call upon me again in battle, should you have the need. ❜

❛ with your help, i was able to live as my own person. ❜

❛ this is where things end. ❜

❛ help me! i'm stuck. ❜

❛ put those doubts to rest, i'll be fine. i'm very well trained. ❜

❛ are you willing to help me out after all? ❜

❛ however you slice it, it seems we've reached a dead end. ❜

❛ it seems my calculations might have been off. ❜

❛ it's my destiny. and the reason for which i quest. ❜

❛ it is my ordeal, you could say. to test myself, better myself, to fell ever greater foes. ❜

❛ how do you rate my chances? ❜

❛ i can hardly stand to face one such as you. ❜

❛ i'll be a mighty warrior again in no time. ❜

❛ i have a terrible feeling about this. ❜

❛ to you and your razor sharp wits. ❜

❛ what an incredible place we find ourselves. ❜

❛ you're certainly a force to be reckoned with. ❜

❛ the gods demand repentance. ❜

❛ you'll get what's coming. ❜

❛ well... it was bound to happen some day. ❜

❛ how about we play nice from now on? ❜

❛ you've really been there for me through thick and thin. ❜

❛ view it as a learning experience. ❜

❛ at any rate, it's nice just to see you safe. ❜

❛ i'm untethered by nature, and it's about time that i moved on. ❜

❛ despite my best intentions, i've done you wrong, i have. ❜

❛ you didn't listen last time, but i'm warning you again. ❜

❛ i don't believe it. didn't think you had it in you. ❜

❛ we're on the same side now. we'll do good work together. ❜

❛ a shame you had to see me like this. ❜

❛ i should have stuck to what i know best. ❜

❛ you are about to sacrifice something precious. ❜

❛ may chaos take the world. ❜

❛ a crown is warranted with strength. ❜

❛ you no longer interest me. ❜

❛ i've been long without peace. ❜

❛ i asked you not to disturb me. ❜

❛ let me out of here. ❜

[sha-brytols]

decided to elaborate on this but ended up going on an insane completely other road of thought sorry.

this plays super heavy into the overarching theme of regret i feel. i hate how they executed solas' regrets (im not even just talking about the round table finebros teens react to solas cringe compilation) BUT! i do like the general vibe of them and how they involve him being cruel in favor of what was perceived to be a greater good. tranquilizing the titans (but notably not outright killing them?) to end the war between the dwarves and the ancient elves. creating the veil and effectively imprisoning everything in the metaphysical world to stop the evanuris. proceeding to then spend 10 full years in pursuit of his goal to tear DOWN the veil, undoubtedly resulting in mass casualties, to save the elven people and undo the stated atrocity he committed against the metaphysical beings.

solas began his story as a man who did terrible things to serve what he perceived to be the greater good. learns just how terrible that man was. and instead of changing himself, drowns in the regret of his actions and immediately does the same exact shit all over again but in reverse all because he can't move on. (disclaimer i'm speaking from the perspective the narrative is presenting to me i know it was really cringe that bioware tried to say "redemption through action rather than repentance is actually cringe" but whatever. you understand.)

trisha began her story as a gentle, idealistic young woman who strongly believed in the inherent goodness of the people she encountered, adamantly refused to do the "wrong right thing" in favor of the greater good because of the harm it would bring to others, watched what her inaction brought upon the people she supposedly saved, and—much like solas—sweltered in her own self-loathing for years and decided she could never again let her own selfish, naive ideals take priority over what needed to be done. but is it really her lack of ruthlessness that was the problem? or is it the fact she was, at the end of the day, just a kid? one who was never given a choice on her leadership but still endeavored to save everyone who could be saved at all costs. she was barely 19 years old when she went from apprentice to mage to grey warden to the hero of ferelden to commander of the grey to arlessa of amaranthine. and all on the whims of others. never her own mind. and instead of accepting circumstances were beyond her control and she never truly escaped her station as a glorified prisoner, she claws and crawls and clings to the belief that this WAS her choice and she DOES have agency even if that agency must mean she was the monster all along. i swear to god i wrote this character at LEAST a full decade before that goddamn musical you're almost definitely thinking of rn .

so where solas and trisha both swam and drowned in their regret, duncan's story is ultimately one of acceptance, but never complacency. idealism isn't inherently at odds with realism. sometimes you DO have to sacrifice the few to save the many and the choice WILL tear you up inside and that's fine. but resigning yourself into making that a part of your very identity means the sacrifices will eventually lose their weight and your soul will rot and it'll just get easier. and easier. and easier. until one day you suddenly realize that death and destruction have been following you wherever you go and somewhere along the line the world has become less vibrant, life has become less beautiful, the people you love have become less important, and the things that once made you smile are now buried, forgotten, under the weight of a thousand corpses. and somwhere. somehow. this became normal to you.

ive always hated stories where the theme is about how maintaining your humanity in the face of adversity must mean there there is never room for compromise between the two. that the only way to truly be a hero is to never have to choose between the lesser of two evils because there's always another option. because that's not always the case. its why one of my favorite dragon characters is the fucking terrorist. anders spent six years in that gas station toilet seat of a city and tried and tried and tried to find a better way and it was only when the knight commander quite literally went so mad she was completely beyond reason that he finally snapped. like even the spirit of justice lost patience for maintaining the moral high ground in the face of evil. there are times when the greater good IS the wrong right thing. but i think where anders (and i swear im not even saying this to glaze him LMAO i just like how his character plays into this specific theme) succeeded and solas failed is that while solas was acting in spite of his newfound empathy* for this world, anders was acting in service of it.

and that's ultimately what i want duncan to be, at his very core, and what i think the grey wardens as an order have lost: a man who just wants to do good by the world and its people. who will have to learn hard lessons on his journey, and who will be able to grow from that knowledge without ever losing his heart

*i know its more complicated than that please bear with me i realized i ended up writing a fucking monologue you'd hear as narration from a star wars character over the final scene of the third act in slow motion with inspirational music and i had to fucking stop before i embarrassed myself